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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,
And those fine curses which he spoke;
The old Timon, with his noble heart,

That, strongly loathing, greatly broke.

So died the Old: here comes the New.
Regard him: a familiar face:

I thought we knew him: What, it's you,
The padded man that wears the stays -

Who killed the girls and thrilled the boys
With dandy pathos when you wrote!

A Lion, you, that made a noise, And shook a mane en papillotes.

And once you tried the Muses too;
You failed, Sir: therefore now you turn,
To fall on those who are to you
As Captain is to Subaltern.

But men of long-enduring hopes,
And careless what this hour may bring,
Can pardon little would-be POPES
And BRUMMELS, when they try to sting.

An Artist, Sir, should rest in Art,
And waive a little of his claim;
To have the deep Poetic heart
Is more than all poetic fame.

But you, Sir, you are hard to please;
You never look but half content;
Nor like a gentleman at ease,

With moral breadth of temperament.

And what with spites and what with fears, You cannot let a body be:

It's always ringing in your ears,

'They call this man as good as me.'

What profits now to understand
The merits of a spotless shirt-
A dapper boot - a little hand
If half the little soul is dirt?

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WHAT time I wasted youthful hours,
One of the shining wingéd powers,
Show'd me vast cliffs with crown of towers.

As towards the gracious light I bow'd,
They seem'd high palaces and proud,
Hid now and then with sliding cloud.

He said, The labor is not small;
Yet winds the pathway free to all:
Take care thou dost not fear to fall!'

BRITONS, GUARD YOUR OWN Contributed to 'The Examiner,' January 31,

1852.

RISE, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead;
The world's last tempest darkens overhead;
The Pope has bless'd him;
The Church caress'd him;
He triumphs; maybe we shall stand alone.
Britons, guard your own.

His ruthless host is bought with plunder'd gold,
By lying priests the peasants' votes controll'd.
All freedom vanish'd,
The true men banish'd,

He triumphs; maybe we shall stand alone.
Britons, guard your own.

Peace-lovers we-sweet Peace we all desire -
Peace-lovers we- - but who can trust a liar?

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And murder was her freedom overthrown.

Britons, guard your own.

Vive l'Empereur' may follow by and by; God save the Queen' is here a truer cry. God save the Nation,

The toleration,

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Printed in the 'London Times,' May 9, 1859; reprinted in the 'Death of Enone' volume,

And the free speech that makes a Briton 1892, with the title, 'Riflemen, Form.'

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THERE is a sound of thunder afar,

Storm in the South that darkens the day!
Storm of battle and thunder of war!
Well if it do not roll our way.

Form! form! Riflemen, form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen, form!

Be not deaf to the sound that warns!
Be not gull'd by a despot's plea!
Are figs of thistles, or grapes of thorns?
How should a despot set men Free?
Form form! Riflemen, form!

Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen, form!

Let your reforms for a moment go!

Look to your butts, and take good aims! Better a rotten borough or so

Than a rotten fleet or a city in flames!
Form form! Riflemen, form!

Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen, form!

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.
Form! form! Riflemen, form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen, form!

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,
To kiss it night and day,

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.
Till all the comets in heaven are cold,

And all her stars decay.'
Then take it, love, and put it by;
This cannot change, nor yet can I.'

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'My ringlet, my ringlet,

That art so golden-gay,

Now never chilling touch of Time
Can turn thee silver-gray;

And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint,
And a fool may say his say;

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.'

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1865-1866

Contributed to 'Good Words,' March, 1868.

I STOOD on a tower in the wet,

And New Year and Old Year met,
And winds were roaring and blowing,
And I said, 'O years that meet in tears,
Have ye aught that is worth the knowing?
Science enough and exploring,
Wanderers coming and going,
Matter enough for deploring,

But aught that is worth the knowing?'
Seas at my feet were flowing,
Waves on the shingle pouring,
Old Year roaring and blowing,
And New Year blowing and roaring.

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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 southern stars a music peal'd,
Warm beams across the meadow stole;
For Love flew over grove and field,
Said,Open, Rosebud, open, yield
Thy fragrant soul.'

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,
True Pearl of our poetic prime!
We found you, and you gleam reset
In Britain's lyric coronet.

[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.]

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She brought a vast design to pass,
When Europe and the scattered ends
Of our fierce world were mixt as friends
And brethren in her halls of glass.

For an early version of the poem (from a MS. in the Library of the Drexel Institute, Phila delphia), 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 αίγα, Φέρεις ματέρι παῖδα.

Byron paraphrases it in 'Don Juan' (iii. 107):—
O Hesperus! thou bringest all good things-
Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer,
To the young bird the parent's brooding wings,
The welcome stall to the o'er-labor'd steer;
Whate'er of peace about our hearth-stone clings,
Whate'er our household gods protect of dear,
Are gather'd round us by thy look of rest;
Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast.
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 fol lowing lines, after line 39, were omitted:

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A grief not uninformed, and dull,
Hearted with hope, of hope as full
As is the blood with life, or night
And a dark cloud with rich moonlight.
To stand beside a grave, and see
The red small atoms wherewith we
Are built, and smile in calm, and say-
'These little motes and grains shall be
Clothed on with immortality

More glorious than the noon of day.
All that is pass'd into the flowers,
And into beasts and other men,

And all the Norland whirlwind showers
From open vaults, and all the sea
O'erwashes with sharp salts, again
Shall fleet together all, and be
Indued with immortality.'

The only other changes are rosy fingers' for
waxen fingers' in 42, and man' for men' in
169.

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The Westminster Review' (January, 1831) recognized in this poem an extraordinary combination of deep reflection, metaphysical analysis, picturesque description, dramatic transition, and strong emotion.' Arthur Hallam, in the Englishman's Magazine' (August, 1831), said of it: The Confessions of a Second-rate Sensitive Mind" are full of deep insight into human nature, and into those particular trials which are sure to beset men who think and feel for themselves at this epoch of social development. The title is perhaps ill chosen; not only has it an appearance of quaintness, which has no sufficient reason, but it seems to us incorrect. The mood portrayed in this poem, unless the admirable skill of delineation has deceived us, is rather the clouded season of a strong mind than the habitual condition of one feeble and second-rate.'

Page 7. ISABEL.

In 1842' wifehood' (line 16) was changed to marriage,' and 'blenched' (a misprint?) to blanched.'

Page 8. MARIANA.

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In the 4th line the first reading was the peach to the garden-wall.' Bayard Taylor, writing in 1877 (in International Review,' vol. iv.), quotes the poet as saying: There is my Mariana,' for example. A line in it is wrong, and I cannot possibly change it, because it has been so long published; yet it always annoys me. I wrote That held the peach to the garden-wall." Now this is not a characteristic of the scenery I had in mind. The line should be" That held the pear to the gable-wall.”' Whether this conversation occurred during Taylor's visit to Tennyson in 1857 I cannot say ; but the line was changed in the printed poem in 1860, or seventeen years before the review was written.

In line 43, the original reading was 'did dark ;' retained in 1842, but changed in 1845.

In line 50, up and away" was at first up an' away' (changed in 1842). In line 63, the original sung i' the pane' was retained down to 1850. Line 80 was originally, Downsloped 1 was westering in his bower' (changed in 1842). Page 9. To

The 1830 reading in the 3d and 4th lines was

The knotted lies of human creeds,

The wounding cords which bind and strain.

MADELINE.

Printed in 1830 without the division into stanzas, which was made in 1842. The only other change (except the spelling airy' for aery') is amorously' for three times three' in the last stanza (in the errata of the 1830 volume).

Page 10. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.

In line 29 the 1830 volume has 'Of breaded blosms'; in 78 Blackgreen' for 'Black'; in

1 In the volumes of 1830 and 1833, compound words are, with rare exceptions, printed without the hyphen; as silverchiming,' 'gardenbowers,' ' mountainstreams,'

etc.

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The 9th had 'a' for 'one'; and the 14th hurl'd' for 'whirl'd.'

In the 1st stanza, the hate of hate,' etc., clearly means the hatred of hate, etc. Rev. F. W. Robertson explains it thus: That is, the Prophet of Truth receives for his dower the scorn of men in whom scorn dwells, hatred from men who hate, while his reward is the gratitude and affection of men who seek the truth which they love, more eagerly than the faults which their acuteness can blame.' A very intelligent lady once told me that she had always understood hate of hate' to mean the utmost intensity of hate, etc., the poet's passions and sensibilities being to those of ordinary men 'as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.'

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