Footnotes
[622:3] The perpetual struggle for room and food.—Malthus: On Population. chap. iii. p. 48 (1798).
[622:4] This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life."—Herbert Spencer: Principles of Biology. Indirect Equilibration.
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ALFRED TENNYSON. 1809- ——.
(From the edition of 1884.)
This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base.
To the Queen.
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
To the Queen.
Broad based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
To the Queen.
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Recollections of the Arabian Nights.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
The Poet.
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
The Two Voices. Stanza cxxvii.
Across the walnuts and the wine.
The Miller's Daughter.
O love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.[623:1]
Fatima. Stanza 3.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,—
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Œnone.
Because right is right, to follow right
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Œnone.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
The Palace of Art.
Her manners had not that repose
Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5.
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From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife[624:1]
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'T is only noble to be good.[624:2]
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,—
Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;
For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be queen o' the May.
The May Queen.
Ah, why
Should life all labour be?
The Lotus-Eaters. iv.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.[624:3]
A Dream of Fair Women. Stanza xxii.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
To J. S.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
To J. S.
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Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
To J. S.
More black than ash-buds in the front of March.
The Gardener's Daughter.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Love and Duty.
The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
Love and Duty.
Ah, when shall all men's good
Be each man's rule, and universal peace
Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
The Golden Year.
I am a part of all that I have met.[625:1]
Ulysses.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use,—
As tho' to breathe were life!
Ulysses.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Ulysses.
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Tithonus.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Locksley Hall. Line 19.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Locksley Hall. Line 33.
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He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Locksley Hall. Line 49.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.[626:1]
Locksley Hall. Line 75.
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
Locksley Hall. Line 79.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Locksley Hall. Line 94.
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Locksley Hall. Line 105.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Locksley Hall. Line 117.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Locksley Hall. Line 137.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Locksley Hall. Line 141.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Locksley Hall. Line 168.
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Locksley Hall. Line 178.
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
Locksley Hall. Line 182.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Locksley Hall. Line 184.
I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The city's ancient legend into this.
Godiva.
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And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.
And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
The Day-Dream. The Departure, iv.
We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
L'Envoi.
As she fled fast through sun and shade
The happy winds upon her play'd,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.
For now the poet cannot die,
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.
To ——, after reading a Life and Letters.
But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break.
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Break, break, break.
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
The Brook.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,—
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.
Aylmer's Field.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
Oh good gray head which all men knew!
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
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That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 6.
Not once or twice in our rough-island story
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 8.
All in the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1.
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 2.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them.
. . . .
Into the jaws of death,[628:1]
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 3.
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
The Grandmother. Stanza 8.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
The Daisy. Stanza 1.
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So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
The Daisy. Stanza 24.
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.[629:1]
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
The Flower.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
Idylls of the King. Dedication.
It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
Idylls of the King. Merlin and Vivien.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Idylls of the King. Launcelot and Elaine.
The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
The Passing of Arthur.
I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—
To the island-valley of Avilion,
Where falls not hail or rain or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
The Passing of Arthur.
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess. Prologue. Line 141.
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
The Princess. Part i. Line 153.
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Jewels five-words-long,
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle forever.
The Princess. Part ii. Line 355.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
The Princess. Part iii. Line 352.
O Love! they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
The Princess. Part iii. Line 360.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
The Princess. Part iv. Line 1.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
The Princess. Part iv. Line 21.
Unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
The Princess. Part iv. Line 33.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,—
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.
Oh death in life, the days that are no more!
The Princess. Part iv. Line 36.
Sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
The Princess. Part vii. Line 203.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
The Princess. Part vii. Line 308.
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Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
Maud. Part i. ii.
That jewell'd mass of millinery,
That oil'd and curl'd Assyrian Bull.
Maud. Part i. vi. Stanza 6.
Gorgonized me from head to foot,
With a stony British stare.
Maud. Part i. xiii. Stanza 2.
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown;
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone.
Maud. Part i. xxii. Stanza 1.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Maud. Part i. xxii. Stanza 9.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
Maud. Part ii. iv. Stanza 3.
Let knowledge grow from more to more.
In Memoriam. Prologue. Line 25.
I held it truth, with him who sings[631:1]
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.[631:2]
In Memoriam. i. Stanza 1.
But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
In Memoriam. v. Stanza 2.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
In Memoriam. vi. Stanza 2.
And topples round the dreary west
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
In Memoriam. xv. Stanza 5.
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And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.[632:1]
In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1.
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.[632:2]
In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6.
The shadow cloak'd from head to foot.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 1.
Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4.
'T is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.[632:3]
In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1.
Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
In Memoriam. xxxiii. Stanza 1.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
In Memoriam. xlviii. Stanza 4.
Hold thou the good; define it well;
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
In Memoriam. liii. Stanza 4.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.
But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5.
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 2.
The great world's altar-stairs,
That slope through darkness up to God.
In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 4.
Who battled for the True, the Just.
In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5.
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And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3.
So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be.
In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1.
Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,
And while we breathe beneath the sun,
The world, which credits what is done,
Is cold to all that might have been.
In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.
O last regret, regret can die!
In Memoriam. lxxviii. Stanza 5.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
In Memoriam. xcvi. Stanza 3.
He seems so near, and yet so far.
In Memoriam. xcvii. Stanza 6.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 1.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 2.
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 5.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 7.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 8.
And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan,
And soil'd with all ignoble use.
In Memoriam. cxi. Stanza 6.
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Some novel power
Sprang up forever at a touch,
And hope could never hope too much
In watching thee from hour to hour.
In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 3.
Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd,
In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 4.
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 10.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event
To which the whole creation moves.
In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 36.