Wordsworth assumed, for the rivers and seas, as Lyellian geology teaches, steadily "Draw down Aeonian hills, and sow / The dust of continents to be." Nor is Nature now so much the nurturing mother unwilling to "betray the heart that loved her"as the predatory force postulated by mid-nineteenth-century evolution, "red in tooth and claw," caring for nothing, but in effect mocking the cherished ideals of a frail humanity:
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Moreover, the whole round earth, which, "they say," began "in tracts of fluent heat," is but an infinitesimal part of a universe surveyed by the new astronomersworlds upon worlds, where "stars their courses blindly run" in a vastness far less reassuring than Wordsworth's most sublime mountain vistas. Such to Tennyson were the real terrors of space and time, negating man's brave illusions andfor the modern poetdenying altogether the classical faith in the immortality of verse and all poetic fame, and presenting instead (in the words of his late "Parnassus") only a grim new inspiration: "These are Astronomy and Geology, terrible Muses!''
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Tennyson's cosmic alarms, however, though anticipating the grimmer despair of Thomas Hardy, scarcely lessened the intensity of his personal dedication to poetry, his warm response to craftsmanship, or his care in poem after poem for what he considered the social responsibilities of his calling. "The Poet," for example, affirms his early regard for the poet's privileged insight, mission, and power ideally to shake the world, an assurance shared with fellow members of the "Cambridge Apostles"the little "band of youthful friends" remembered in In Memoriam . And a companion piece, surely with some conscious hyperbole, warns the skeptical rationalist not to dare violate "the poet's mind," for "all the place is holy ground." Many later verses celebrate
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