Your doctors and your proctors, and your deans Shall not avail you, when the Daybeam sports NO MORE This and the two following poems were contributed to The Gem, a Literary Annual' (London, 1831). O SAD No More! O sweet No More! By a mossed brookbank on a stone And both my eyes gushed out with tears. ANACREONTICS WITH roses musky-breathed, A FRAGMENT WHERE is the Giant of the Sun, which stood Of brassy vastness broad-blown Argosies Seen by the high-necked camel on the verge Journeying southward? Where are thy monu ments Piled by the strong and sunborn Anakim Breathes low into the charmed ears of morn The Pharaohs are no more: somewhere in death Rock-hewn and sealed for ever. SONNET Contributed to 'Friendship's Offering,' an annual, 1832. ME my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh: Like a lone cypress, through the twilight hoary. From an old garden where no flower bloometh, One cypress on an island promontory. But yet my lonely spirit follows thine, As round the rolling earth night follows day: But yet thy lights on my horizon shine Into my night, when thou art far away. I am so dark, alas! and thou so bright, SONNET Contributed to 'The Englishman's Magazine' for August, 1831; and reprinted in Friendship's Offering,' 1833. CHECK every outflash, every ruder sally Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy; This is the place. Through yonder poplar alley Below the blue-green river windeth slowly; But in the middle of the sombre valley The crispéd waters whisper musically, And all the haunted place is dark and holy. The nightingale, with long and low preamble, Warbled from yonder knoll of solemn larches. And in and out the woodbine's flowery arches The summer midges wove their wanton gambol. And all the white-stemmed pinewood slept above When in this valley first I told my love. Published in 'Punch,' February 28, 1846, signed Alcibiades'; and followed in the next number (March 7, 1846) by the lines entitled 'Afterthought,' afterwards included as 'Literary Squabbles' in the collected edition of 1872. See p. xv. above. We know him, out of Shakespeare's art, That, strongly loathing, greatly broke. So died the Old: here comes the New. I thought we knew him: What, it's you, Who killed the girls and thrilled the boys WHAT time I wasted youthful hours, As towards the gracious light I bow'd, He said, 'The labor is not small; BRITONS, GUARD YOUR OWN Why stay they there to guard a foreign throne? We were the best of marksmen long ago, Like those bowmen, Till your balls fly as their true shafts have flown. His soldier-ridden Highness might incline Nor seek to bridle Contributed to 'The Examiner,' January 31, His rude aggressions, till we stand alone? 1852. RISE, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead; His ruthless host is bought with plunder'd gold, Peace-lovers we sweet Peace we all desire Peace-lovers, haters Of shameless traitors, We hate not France, but this man's heart of stone. Britons, guard your own. We hate not France, but France has lost her voice. This man is France, the man they call her choice. By tricks and spying, By craft and lying, And murder was her freedom overthrown. Britons, guard your own. Make their cause your own. Should he land here, and for one hour prevail, Swear it! we swear it! ADDITIONAL VERSES To 'God Save the Queen!' written for the marriage of the Princess Royal of England with the Crown Prince of Prussia, January 25, 1858. GOD bless our Prince and Bride! God keep their lands allied, God save the Queen! God save the Queen! Fair fall this hallow'd hour, THE WAR Printed in the 'London Times,' May 9, 1859; reprinted in the 'Death of Enone' volume, 1892, with the title, 'Riflemen, Form.' THERE is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day! Form! form! Riflemen, form! Be not deaf to the sound that warns! Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen, form! Let your reforms for a moment go! Than a rotten fleet or a city in flames! Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Form, be ready to do or die! Form in Freedom's name and the Queen's! True that we have a faithful ally, But only the devil can tell what he means. THE RINGLET Printed in the 'Enoch Arden' volume, 1864, but afterwards suppressed. 'YOUR ringlets, your ringlets, That look so golden-gay, If you will give me one, but one, Then never chilling touch of Time Will turn it silver-gray; And then shall I know it is all true gold To flame and sparkle and stream as of old. And all her stars decay.' 2 'My ringlet, my ringlet, That art so golden-gay, Now never chilling touch of Time And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint, For my doubts and fears were all amiss, And I swear henceforth by this and this, That a doubt will only come for a kiss, And a fear to be kiss'd away.' • Then kiss it, love, and put it by: If this can change, why so can I.' Contributed to Good Words,' March, 1868. I STOOD on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, But aught that is worth the knowing?' STANZA Contributed to the 'Shakespearean ShowBook,' printed in March, 1884, for a fair got up for the Chelsea Hospital for Women. Nor he that breaks the dams, but he COMPROMISE Addressed to Mr. Gladstone, then Prime Minister, in November, 1884, when the Fran chise Bill was being discussed in the House of Lords; and afterwards printed in the Pall Mall Gazette.' STEERSMAN, be not precipitate in thy act But tho' the cataract seem the nearer way, EXPERIMENT IN SAPPHIC METRE Contributed to Professor Jebb's 'Primer of Greek Literature,' 1877. Faded every violet, all the roses; The following 'unpublished fragment' was printed in Ros Rosarum,' an anthology edited by Hon. Mrs. Boyle, 1885: The night with sudden odor reel'd, The following prefatory stanza was contributed in 1891 to Pearl,' an English poem of the 14th century, edited by Mr. Israel Gollancz : We lost you for how long a time, [Other poems by Tennyson mentioned by Shepherd and Luce in their Bibliographies (neither of which is invariably accurate) as printed, but omitted in the collected editions, are the following: a stanza in the volume of his poems presented to the Princess Louise of Schleswig-Holstein by representatives of the nurses of England; lines on the christening of the daughter of the Duchess of Fife; and lines to the memory of J. R. Lowell. These are not referred to in the Memoir,' and I have not been able to find copies of them.] VI. NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS Page 1. TO THE QUEEN. The following is the stanza referring to the Crystal Palace Exhibition of 1851, which originally followed the 6th: She brought a vast design to pass, For an early version of the poem (from a MS. in the Library of the Drexel Institute, Philadelphia), see Jones's 'The Growth of the Idylls of the King,' p. 152. Nine of the thirteen stanzas are entirely unlike the poem as finally published. Page 2. And statesmen at her councils met, etc. This stanza was once quoted by Mr. Gladstone in the House of Commons with remarkable effect. Lord John Manners, in an argument against political change, had quoted the poet's description of England as A land of old and wide renown Where Freedom slowly broadens down. The retort was none the less effective because the passage was taken from a different poem. Page 4. LEONINE ELEGIACS. The title in 1830 was simply Elegiacs.' In line 6 wood-dove' was 'turtle,' and in 15 ' or ' was 'and.' For the allusion in The ancient poetess singeth,' etc., compare Locksley Hall Sixty Years After': Hesper, whom the poet call'd the Bringer home of all good things.' The refer ence is to the fragment of Sappho: Εσπερε, πάντα φέρεις· Φέρεις οἶνον, φέρεις αἶγα, Φέρεις ματέρι παῖδα. Byron paraphrases it in 'Don Juan' (iii. 107):— SUPPOSED CONFESSIONS, etc. of a Second-rate Sensitive Mind not in Unity The original title was Supposed Confessions with Itself.' In the poem as restored the following lines, after line 39, were omitted: ་ A grief not uninformed, and dull, More glorious than the noon of day. And all the Norland whirlwind showers The only other changes are rosy fingers' for waxen fingers' in 42, and man' for men' in 169. |