"YET, I DOUBT NOT, THROUGH THE AGES ONE INCREASING PURPOSE RUNS,-(TENNYSON)

"HOW DULL IT IS TO PAUSE, TO MAKE AN END,-(TENNYSON)

["Ramble a-field to brooks and bowers."-CHURCHILL.]

COME from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow,

To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles;
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow;
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow,

To join the brimming river;

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

TO RUST UNBURNISHED, NOT TO SHINE IN USE!"-TENNYSON.

AND THE THOUGHTS OF MEN ARE WIDENED WITH THE PROCESS OF THE SUNS."-TENNYSON.

"CURSED BE THE SOCIAL WANTS THAT SIN AGAINST THE STRENGTH OF YOUTH;

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"SOME WORK OF NOBLE NOTE MAY YET BE DONE."-TENNYSON.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

CURSED BE THE SOCIAL LIES THAT WARP US FROM THE LIVING TRUTH."-TENNYSON.

["I steal by lawn and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers."]

I wind about and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake,
Upon me, as I travel

With many a silvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel;

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river;

For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

ONE EQUAL TEMPER OF HEROIC HEARTS."-ALFRED TENNYSON.

"NOT IN VAIN THE DISTANCE BEACONS.

forward, forward Let US RANGE;-(TENNYSON)

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THE DUSKY STRAND OF DEATH INWOVEN HERE (ALFRED TENNYSON)

["Had Tennyson written nothing but half-a-dozen of his best songs, his place among English poets would have been incontestably high. These, and the lyric that sparkles through "The Brook," would by themselves found a reputation as lasting as the English language. One might almost as well attempt to define the simple sensations, or to explain why a melody in music charms the ear, as to convey in words the impression any of these songs makes upon the reader. A subtle power of suggestiveness belongs more or less to all of them; they all seem to touch chords that lie deeper down than the region of clear intellectual consciousness; they present definite ideas, but they present them with such delicacy of touch as to leave the mind only half conscious of their presence,-just sufficiently conscious to be set off dreaming about them, to feel their influence without being drawn out of itself to them, while the melody of the strain keeps up the creative power of dreaming at its highest activity."-G. BRIMLEY.]

WITH DEAR LOVE'S TIE, MAKES LOVE HIMSELF MORE DEAR."-TENNYSON.

LET THE GREAT WORLD SPIN FOR EVER DOWN THE RINGING GROOVES OF CHANGE."-TENNYSON.

"THROUGH THE SHADOW OF THE GLOBE WE SWEEP INTO THE YOUNGER DAY:

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A PASSIONATE BALLAD GALLANT AND GAY,-(TENNYSON)

ALFRED TENNYSON.

A NEW-YEAR'S-EVE VISION OF THE FUTURE.

A MARTIAL SONG LIKE A TRUMPET'S CALL!"-TENNYSON.

BETTER FIFTY YEARS OF EUROPE THAN A CYCLE OF CATHAY."-TENNYSON.

"O STATESMEN, GUARD US, GUARD THE EYE, THE SOUL OF EUROPE,-KEEP OUR NOBLE ENGLAND WHOLE,-(TENNYSON)

"NOT ONCE OR TWICE IN OUR ROUGH ISLAND-STORY,-(TENNYSON)

A NEW-YEAR'S-EVE VISION OF THE FUTURE. 459

Ring out the griefs that sap the mind,
For those that here we see no more;

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,

The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
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.
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.

"We

[From "In Memoriam," a poem written in memory of the poet's friend
and companion, Arthur Henry Hallam, whose career abruptly closed in
1832, as his manhood began to fulfil the high promise of his youth.
know not whether to envy more," says Kingsley, "the poet, the object of
his admiration, or that object the monument which has been consecrated to
his nobleness. For in this volume all the poet's peculiar excellences, with
all that he has acquired from others, seem to have been fused down into a
perfect unity, and brought to bear on his subject with that care and finish
which only a labour of love can inspire."]

THE PATH OF DUTY WAS THE WAY TO GLORY."-ALFRED TENNYSON.

AND SAVE THE ONE TRUE SEED OF FREEDOM SOWN BETWIXT A PEOPLE AND THEIR ANCIENT THRONE."-TENNYSON.