The Main Character
Tennyson neither identifies the protagonist as a hero nor an anti-hero. The first half of the poem portrays him as a victim, but the second reveals that the protagonist holds views that are now recognized as remarkably racist and sexist; for example:
- Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman’s pleasure, woman’s pain--
- Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain:
- Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match’d with mine,
- Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine (lines 149-152)
The narrator is also remarkably emotionally volatile through the poem. A good example occurs when he reminisces about his love for his cousin Amy; while recalling the wonderful experiences of love, he immediately becomes infuriated with her, even going so far as to throw insults:
- Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships,
- And our spirits rush’d together at the touching of the lips.
- O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, mine no more!
- O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren shore! (lines 37-40)
In the narrator, Tennyson captures and displays many strong emotions—placid insightfulness, wonder, love, jealousy, despair, and eventually a sort of catharsis. Tennyson also uses the narrator to speculate on what the world might become: he presents a vision of human advance and conflict, of aerial commerce and combat, resolving in a world of federation, peace, and universal law. As many of these predictions have since been realized, Tennyson's work now seems prescient in many ways.
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