A WELCOME TO MARIE ALEXANDROVNA (first printed in the Times,' and afterwards separately).

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The Cabinet Edition' of the 'Poems,' containing important additions. pleted (12 vols.) in 1880.

1875. QUEEN MARY, London.

The Author's Edition' of the 'Poems,' London, 6 vols. (1875-77).

1876. HAROLD, London (dated 1877). 1877. A Prefatory Sonnet' contributed to theNineteenth Century,' March; Montenegro' to number for May; Sonnet To Victor Hugo,' to number for June; and Achilles over the Trench,' August.

Epitaph on Sir John Franklin written for the memorial in Westminster Abbey. 1878. The Revenge' contributed to the 'Nineteenth Century,' March.

1879. THE LOVER'S TALE (completed), London.

The Defence of Lucknow,' with ' Dedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice,' contributed to the Nineteenth Century,' April. 1880. BALLADS, AND OTHER POEMS, London.

'Child Songs' contributed to 'Saint Nicholas,' February and March; De Profundis' to Nineteenth Century,' May; and 'Midnight, June 30, 1879,' to Collected

Sonnets,' by Charles Tennyson Turner (London, 1880).

1881. Despair' contributed to the Nineteenth Century,' November.

1882. The Charge of the Heavy Brigade' contributed to 'Macmillan's Magazine,' March; and To Virgil' to the 'Nineteenth Century,' September.

1883. Frater Ave atque Vale,' contributed to the Nineteenth Century,' March.

The Epitaph on Caxton written for the memorial window in St. Margaret's, Westminster.

1884. THE CUP AND THE FALCON, London. BECKET, London.

Collected editions of the 'Poems' in one volume and in seven volumes (three volumes added in 1886).

Early Spring' contributed to 'Youth's Companion; and Freedom' to the New York Independent' and Macmillan's Magazine,' December.

1885. TIRESIAS, AND OTHER POEMS, London. 'The Fleet' contributed to the 'Times,'

A new one-volume edition of the 'Poems," published before the Demeter' volume.

The Throstle' contributed to the New Review,' October.

1890. New one-volume editions of the 'Poems' without the Dramas, and with the Dramas (reprinted in 1891) including the Demeter' poems.

1891. To Sleep' contributed to the 'New Review,' March.

1892. Verses on The Death of the Duke of Clarence and Avondale printed in the 'Nineteenth Century,' February.

THE FORESTERS, London and New York.

SILENT VOICES, published privately in London on the day of the Poet's funeral (October 12).

THE DEATH OF ENONE, AKBAR's DREAM, and OTHER POEMS. London and New York.

A miniature 16-volume edition, bound in 8 volumes (one thousand copies on India paper, printed at the Oxford University Press) was published in September. It did not include The Foresters' nor the Death of Enone' volume. It is not mentioned in any of the Bibliographies.

1893. POEMS BY TWO BROTHERS, London; a reprint of the edition of 1827, with four additional poems from MS. and "Timbuctoo.' Edited, with preface, by Hallam Lord Ternyson. London and New York.

New 10-volume edition of the Poems, including the Foresters' and the poems in The Death of Enone' volume; also a new one-volume edition similarly complete. London and New York.

BECKET, as arranged for the stage by Henry Irving, and presented at the Lyceum Theatre, February 6, 1893. London and New York.

1897. ALFRED LORD TENNYSON: A Memoir, by his Son. 2 vols. London and New York. Contains seventy or more unpublished poems and fragments, mostly of early date.

1898. New 'Globe Edition of the Poems, complete in one volume. London and New York.

Doors, where my heart was used to beat, 193.
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they can-
ters awaäy, 262.

Dost ask why Laura's soul is riven, 773.

Dost thou look back on what hath been, 177.
Do we indeed desire the dead, 175.

Down Savoy's hills of stainless white, 764.
Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our
pride, 241.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 380.

Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, 783.
Every day hath its night, 782.

Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed, 7.

Faded every violet, all the roses, 794.
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies,

528.

Fair is her cottage in its place, 264.
Fair ship that from the Italian shore, 165.
Fair things are slow to fade away, 528.
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part, 525.
Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,

557.

Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded,
527.

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 515.
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, 109.
Flower in the crannied wall, 274.

Free love free field- -we love but while we
may, 426.

From art, from nature, from the schools, 174.
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done,
400.

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, 58.

Gee oop! whoä! Gee oop! whoä! 742.

Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,
273.

God bless our Prince and Bride! 792.
Go forth, thou man of force! 773.
Golden-hair'd Ally, whose name is one with
mine, 451.

Home they brought her warrior dead, 149.
How fares it with the happy dead, 173.
How gaily sinks the gorgeous sun within his
golden bed, 774.

How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,
25.

How many a father have I seen, 175.
How pure at heart and sound in head, 186.

I am any man's suitor, 781.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 43.
I came in haste with cursing breath, 772.
I cannot love thee as I ought, 175.

I cannot see the features right, 179.
I climb the hill: from end to end, 188.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, 218.
I die- my limbs with icy feeling, 773.

I dream'd there would be Spring no more, 178.
I envy not in any moods, 169,

If any vague desire should rise, 181.
If any vision should reveal, 185.
If, in thy second state sublime, 177.
If I were loved, as I desire to be, 26.
If one should bring me this report, 166,
If Sleep and Death be truly one, 173.

If these brief lays, of Sorrow born, 174.

I had a vision when the night was late, 111.

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little
wood, 199.

I hear the noise about thy keel, 165.

I held it truth, with him who sings, 163.
I knew an old wife lean and poor, 62.
I know her by her angry air, 23.
I know that this was Life,

the track, 169.

I leave thy praises unexpress'd, 180.
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 114.
I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows
look, 75.

In her ear he whispers gaily, 107.

In love, if love be love, if love be ours, 372.

In those sad words I took farewell, 176.

I past beside the reverend walls, 184

I read, before my eyelids dropt their snade, 53.

I see the chariot, where, 767.

I see the wealthy miller yet, 35.

I send you here a sort of allegory, 42.

I shall not see thee. Dare I say, 186.

I sing to him that rests below, 168.
Is it, then, regret for buried time, 193.

Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the
pine overhead? 679.

Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there
looking over the sand? 495.

I sometimes hold it half a sin, 164.
I stood on a tower in the wet, 793.

I stood upon the Mountain which o'erlooks,
778.

I' the glooming/light, 781.

It is the day when he was born, 190.
It is the miller's daughter, 37.
It is the solemn even-time, 765.
It little profits that an idle king, 88.

I trust I have not wasted breath, 194.
It was the time when lilies blow, 105.
I vex my heart with fancies dim, 173.
wage not any feud with Death, 181.
I waited for the train at Coventry, 95.
I wander in darkness and sorrow, 758.

I

I was the chief of the race-he had stricken
my father dead, 480.

I will hang thee, my Harp, by the side of the
fountain, 756.

I will not shut me from my kind, 191.

I wish I were as in the years of old, 489.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! 770.

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap,
413.

King Charles was sitting all alone, 777.

Kings, when to private audience they descend,
772.

King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and
grown, 488.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere, 46.

Land of bright eye and lofty brow, 761.
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I
paced these sandy tracts, 517.

Late, late, so late! and dark the night and
chill! 436.

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 304.
Life and Thought have gone away, 15.
Like souls that balance joy and pain, 109.
Live thy Life, 556.

Lo, as a dove when up she springs, 166.

Long as the heart beats life within her breast,
793.

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm,
227.

Lo! there once more this is the seventh
night! 623.

Love is and was my lord and king, 195.
Love is come with a song and a smile, o28.
Love that hath us in the net, 37.

Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, 61.
Low-flowing breezes are roaming the broad val-
ley dimm'd in the gloaming, 4.
Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 274.

Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after
many a vanish'd face, 533.

Many, many welcomes, 556.
Mellow moon of heaven, 534.
Memory! dear enchanter! 755.

Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh, 790.
Midnight-in no midsummer tune, 514.
Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be
the time about now, 506.

Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 24.
Minnie and Winnie, 271.

Mona! with flame thine oaks are streaming,
762.

Moon on the field and the foam. 720.

My life is full of weary days, 24.

My Lords, we hear you speak: you told us all,
269.

My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, 187.
My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier
mine, 373.

My own dim life should teach me this, 171.
My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 21.

My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 789.
Mystery of mysteries, 20.

Naäy, noä mander o' use to be callin' 'im Roă,
Roa, Roä, 530.

Nature, so far as in her lies, 60.
Nightingales warbled without, 271.

Not here! the white North has thy bones; and
thou, 487.

Not he that breaks the dams, but he, 793.
Not this way will you set your name, 510.
Now fades the last long streak of snow, 193.
Now is done thy long day's work, 16.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white,
158.

Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, 169.

O beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet, 787.
O blackbird! sing me something well, 58.
O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 26.
O, Cleopatra fare thee well, 758.

O darling room, my heart's delight, 789.
O days and hours, your work is this, 193.
O diviner air, 461.

4.

Of love that never found his earthly close, 85.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, 60.
O God! my God! have mercy now,
O go not yet, my love! 782.
O happy lark, that warblest high, 748.
Oh! Berenice, lorn and lost, 769.

Oh! 't is a fearful thing to glance, 756.
Oh! ye wild winds, that roar and rave, 774.
O Lady Flora, let me speak, 96.

Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 488.
Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies, 516.
Old Sword! tho' dim and rusted, 759.
Old warder of these buried bones, 172.
Old yew, which graspest at the stones, 163.
O living will that shalt endure, 196.
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! 38.
O love, what hours were thine and mine, 221.
O loyal to the royal in thyself, 450.

O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf, 784.
O man, forgive thy mortal foe, 746.
O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 77.
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, 268.
O Morning Star that smilest in the blue, 326.
O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 39.
Once in a golden hour, 264.

Once more the gate behind me falls, 82.

Once more the Heavenly Power, 513.
On either side the river iie, 27.

One writes, that other friends remain,' 164.
On that last night before we went, 189.

O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 515.
O plump head-waiter at The Cock, 102,
O purblind race of miserable men, 344.
O sad No More! O sweet No More! 790.
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, 164.

O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me, 176.

O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying south, 135.
O sweet pale Margaret, 20.

O tell me not of vales in tenderest green, 765.
O thou most holy Friendship! wheresoe'er, 765.
O thou so fair in summers gone, 516.

O thou that after toil and storm, 171.
O thou that sendest out the man, 62.

O thou whose fringéd lids I gaze upon, 784.
O true and tried, so well and long, 196.
Our birches yellowing and from each, 508.
Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had
seen him before, 468.

Our enemies have fallen, have fallen: the seed,
150.

'Ouse-keeper sent tha, my lass, fur new Squire
coom'd last night, 465.

Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 483.
Over the sweet summer closes, 662.
O, wast thou with me, dearest, then, 194.
O, well for him whose will is strong! 223,
O, yet we trust that somehow good, 175,
O you chorus of indolent reviewers, 268.
O young Mariner, 550.

O you that were eyes and light to the King till
he past away, 487.

Peace; come away: the song of woe, 176.

Pellam the king, who held and lost with Lot,
357.

Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot,
717.

Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat,
433.

Rainbow, stay, 688.

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky, 309.
Raise, raise the song of the hundred shells! 770.
Revered, beloved O you that hold, 1.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, 190.
Rise, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead,
792.

Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, 179.
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, 188.
Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty
temples robed in fire, 511.

Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, 555.
Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione
row, 514.

Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun, 194.
Sainted Juliet! dearest name! 781.
Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea, 257.
Shall the hag Evil die with child of Good, 785.
Shame upon you, Robin, 595.

Show not, O Moon! with pure and liquid beam.
773.

Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day, 115.
Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance, 179.
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, 15.
Slow sailed the weary mariners, and saw, 786.
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd, 64.
'So careful of the type?' but no, 1176.
Soft, shadowy moon-beam! by thy light, 769.
So Hector spake; the Trojans roar'd applause,
268.

So many worlds, so much to do, 179.

So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, 708.
So saying, light-foot Iris pass'd away, 487.
So then our good Archbishop Theobald, 659.
'Spring-flowers'! While you still delay to take,

547.

Stand back, keep a clear lane, 558.

Steersman, be not precipitate in thy act, 794.
Still on the tower stood the vane, 110.
Still onward winds the dreary way, 169.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 163,
Summer is coming, summer is coming,' 556.
Sunset and evening star, 753.

Sure never yet was antelope, 791.
Sweet after showers, ambrosial air, 183.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 128.
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, 102.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain,

395.

Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt, 178.

Take wings of fancy, and ascend, 180.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
134.

Tears of the widower, when he sees, 166.
That each, who seems a separate whole, 174.
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, 443.
That which we dare invoke to bless, 194.
The baby new to earth and sky, 174.

The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,
333.

'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a
room,' 74.

The charge of the gallant three hundred, the
Heavy Brigade! 509.

The churl in spirit, up or down, 191.
The Danube to the Severn gave, 168.

The fire of heaven has kill'd the barren cold,
364.

The foes of the east have come down on our
shore, 771.

The form, the form alone is eloquent! 26.
The ground-flame of the crocus breaks the
mould, 548.

The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, 311.
The lesser griefs that may be said, 168.
The lights and shadows fly! 279.

The lintwhite and the throstlecock, 782.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul
of a man, 554.

The love that rose on stronger wings, 195.
The North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd
night, 787.

The pallid thunder-stricken sigh for gain, 785.
The path by which we twain did go, 168.
The plain was grassy, wild and bare, 16.
The poet in a golden clime was born, 14.
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose. 115,