Lord Alfred Tennyson (6^th August 1809 to 6^th October 1892)

Here I am outside the home of the poet Alfred Tennyson. I won’t write much about him hear as I’m afraid his poetry bored me rigid at school – all those notes down the columns of the page about literary illusion and underlying connections.

He only lived at this address for a year and I passed the blue plaque by accident having just been to Eaton Square to spot others. This is in Belgravia, a stupidly expensive part of London.

Tennyson lived to a ripe old age of 83, dying of influenza. His last words were reported to have been to his wife: “Bless you, my joy”. However others said it was “Hallam, Hallam,” presumably to his elder son Hallam Tennyson. His last several hours of life were spent in a coma

Alfred Lord Tennyson died at 1:35 a.m. on October 6, 1892. He went in complete peace, according to his family and doctor. He was buried at Westminster Abbey in Poets’ Corner after an enormous (but reportedly dull) funeral. The Queen did not attend.