And draw them all along, and flow I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I murmur under moon and stars And out again I curve and flow "T THE DRAGON-FLY (From The Two Voices ") O-DAY I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk: from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew." THE BLACKBIRD By Alfred Tennyson BLACKBIRD! sing me some thing well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell. The espaliers and the standards all Are thine; the range of lawn and park : All thine, against the garden wall. Yet, tho' I spared thee all the spring, A golden bill! the silver tongue, That made thee famous once, when young: And in the sultry garden-squares, Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse, I hear thee not at all, or hoarse As when a hawker hawks his wares. Take warning! he that will not sing Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new, A FAREWELL By Alfred Tennyson LOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder tree, A thousand suns will stream on thee, THE EAGLE (Fragment) By Alfred Tennyson E clasps the crag with hooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him He watches from his mountain walls, BREAK, BREAK, BREAK B By Alfred Tennyson REAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! AUTUMN (From "In Memoriam ") By Alfred Tennyson ALM is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, To mingle with the bounding main : |