Thy downcast glances,-grave, but cunning, Thy shyness swiftly from me running,- But far a-field thou hast not flown, With mocks and threats, half lisp'd, half spoken ; I feel thee pulling at my gown, Of right good will thy simple token. And thou must laugh, and wrestle too, Thy after kindness more engaging! Thy frisks and wiles, the time is coming, And thou a thing of hope and change. THE KITTEN. WANTON droll, whose harmless play And maid, whose cheek outblooms the rose, As bright the blazing fagot glows, Who, bending to the friendly light, Come, show thy tricks and sportive graces, The housewife's spindle whirling round, Now, wheeling round, with bootless skill, As oft beyond thy curving side Like Madam in her tantrums high; Ah no! the start, the jet, the bound, These mock the deftliest rhymester's skill, To thee is but a clumsy wight, For then, beneath some urchin's hand, And all their harmless claws disclose, Whence hast thou, then, thou witless puss, An emblem, view'd with kindred eye, Ah! many a lightly-sportive child, Nor, when thy span of life be past, And children show, with glistening eyes, WELCOME BAT AND OWLET GRAY. O WELCOME bat and owlet gray, Nn ALFRED TENNYSON is, we understand, the son of a clergyman residing in Lincolnshire he was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he took his degree. He has a brother, Charles, who has published a volume of graceful and beautiful "Sonnets;" and another brother, Frederick, is said to possess considerable poetical powers. Their two sisters, also, are, we are told, distinguished by rare abilities. Their home is likened by a correspondent to "a nest of nightingales." Mr. Hunt, who has favoured us with some remarks upon the poetry of Alfred Tennyson, states, that "he is of the school of Keats; that is to say, it is difficult not to see that Keats has been a great deal in his thoughts; and that he delights in the same brooding over his sensationsand the same melodious enjoyment of their expression. In his desire to communicate this music, he goes so far as to accent the final syllables in his participles passive,-as pleached, crowned, purple-spikéd, &c.,-with visible printers' marks, which subjects him, but erroneously, to a charge of pedantry; though it is a nicety not complimentary to the reader, and of which he may as well get rid. Much, however, as he reminds us of Keats, his genius is his own: he would have written poetry had his precursor written none; and he has, also, a vein of metaphysical subtlety, in which the other did not indulge, as may be seen by his verses entitled, 'A Character,' those 'On the Confessions of a Sensitive Mind,' and numerous others. He is, also, a great lover of a certain home kind of landscape, which he delights to paint with a minuteness that, in the Moated Grange,' becomes affecting, and in the Miller's Daughter,' would remind us of the Dutch school, if it were not mixed up with the same deep feeling, though varied with a pleasant joviality. Mr. Tennyson has yet given no such evidence of sustained and broad power as that of Hyperion,' nor even of such gentler narrative as the Eve of St. Agnes,' and the poems of 'Lamia,' and 'Isabella,' but the materials of the noblest poetry are abundant in him." Hitherto he has but tried the strength of his wings: he is, no doubt, preparing for a more daring flight than he has yet ventured. There are, it is certain, many and glaring faults in his poems: he seems, by his frequent repetitions of them, to consider as beauties things which are unquestionably blemishes. His veneration for the old Poets, and his love for those among his contemporaries who have based their style upon them, have led him to adopt the puerilities in which the age of Elizabeth was fertile: he frequently mistakes affectation for simplicity, and occasionally fancies that to be natural which borders upon burlesque. Thus, several of the most beautiful of his compositions are marred by some Jarring word or conceit. In one of the sweetest of them all,-"The Miller's Daughter," and in one of the most exquisite stanzas of it, we find an example : "Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round my true heart thine arms entwine; My other dearer life in life, Look through my very soul with thine. Untouch'd with any shade of years, May those kind eyes for ever dwell; They have not shed A MANY tears, Dear eyes! since first I knew them well" Such faults are by no means rare among the poems of Mr. Tennyson. We need, however, but refer to our extracts for proof that his beauties are striking and numerous; and that a little more care would render them exquisitely perfect. We cannot but agree with Mr. Hunt, that "the materials of the noblest poetry are abundant in him :" they will become useless if neglected. Mr. Tennyson has published two volumes; and the last is not the best. Our extracts are, with but one exception, made from the former. It is to be regretted that the reputation which this work obtained for him did not induce him to write with a higher object than that of amusing and gratifying the reader, by a collection of brief and comparatively unimportant poems; or that until he had succeeded in producing something more worthy of his genius, he did not abstain from appearing a second time before the public. The world will look with anxiety to the next; it will decide the point which is still undecided-whether another great Poet is to be added to the long list which the present century has supplied to us, or whether the industry and energy of the author of " Poems, chiefly Lyrical," are not equal to his delicacy and imagination. His compositions are, undoubtedly, brilliant and beautiful: their merit is sufficient to justify the praise he has received; and it is only because he has afforded ample proof of his capacity to do better, that we lament he has not yet fulfilled the earliest promise of his genius. |