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“Wine is good for shrivell'd lips,

When a blanket wraps the day, And then I look'd up toward a moun

When the rotten woodland drips, tain-tract,

And the leaf is stamp'd in clay. That girt the region with high cliff and lawn:

“ Sit thee down, and have no shame, I saw that every morning, far withdrawn Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee: Beyond the darkness and the cataract, What care I for any name? God made himself an awful rose of What for order or degree ?

dawn Unheeded : and detaching, fold by fold, “Let me screw thee up a peg : From those still heights, and, slowly

Let me loose thy tongue with wine : drawing near,

Callest thou that thing a leg? A vapor heavy, hueless, formless, cold, Which is thinnest? thine or mine? Came foating on for many a nionth

“Thou shalt not be saved by works: and year, Unheeded : and I thought I would

Thou hast been a sinner too : have spoken,

Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, And warned that madman ere it grew

Empty scarecrows, I and you ! too late :

“Fill the cup, and fill the can: But, as in dreanis, I could not. Mine

Have a rouse before the morn: was broken,

Every moment dies a man, When that cold vapor touch'd the

Every moment one is born. palace gate, And link'd again. I saw within my | “We are men of ruin'd blood;

Therefore comes it we are wise. A gray and gap-tooth'd man as lean as Fish are we that love the mud, death,

Rising to no fancy-flies. Who slowly rode across a wither'd heath,

| " Name and fame! to fly sublime And lighted at a ruin’d inn, and said: | Through the courts, the camps, the

schools
Is to be the ball of Time,

Bandied in the hands of fools. “ Wrinkled hostler, grim and thin!

“Friendship !—to be two in oneHere is custom come your way,

Let the canting liar pack! Take my brute, and lead him in,

Well I know, when I am gone, Stuff his ribs with mouldy hay.

How she mouths behind my back “ Bitter barmaid, waning fast !

“ Virtue !--to be good and justSee that sheets are on my bed;

Every heart, when sifted well, What! the flower of life is past :

Is a clot of warmer dust, It is long before you wed.

Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. “ Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, “O! we two as well can look At the Dragon on the heath!

Whited thought and cleanly life Let us have a quiet hour,

As the priest, above his book Let us hob-and-nob with Death. Leering at his neighbor's wife. “ I am old, but let me drink;

| “Fill the cup, and fill the can: Bring me spices, bring me wine ; Have a rouse before the morn: I remember, when I think,

Every moment dies a man, That my youth was half divine. Every moment one is born.

Drink, and let the parties rave;

They are fill'd with idle spleen; Rising, falling, like a wave,

For they know not what thy inean. “ He that roars for liberty

Faster binds a tyrant's power And the tyrant's cruel glee

Forces on the freer hour. “Fill the can, and fill the cup:

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up,

And is lightly laid again. Greet her with applausive breath,

Freedom, gayly doth she tread · In her right a civic wreath,

In her left a human head.

“No, I love not what is new;

She is of an ancient house : And I think we know the hue

Of that cap upon her brows. “Let her go! her thirst she slakes

Where the bloody conduit runs : Then her sweetest meal she makes

On the first-born of her sons. “Drink to lofty hopes that cool

Visions of a perfect State: Drink we, last, the public fool,

Frantic love and frantic hate. “Chant me now some wicked stave,

Till thy drooping courage rise, And the glow-worm of the grave

Glimn:er in thy rheumy eyes. “ Fear not thou to loose thy tongue;

Set thy hoary fancies free; What is loathsome to the young : Savors well to thee and me. “Change, reverting to the years,

When thy nerves could understand What there is in loving tears,

And the warmth of hand in hand. “Tell me tales of thy first love

April hopes, the fools of chance : Till the graves begin to move,

And the dead begin to dance.

“Fill the can, and fill the cup:

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up,

And is lightly laid again. “ Trooping from their mouldy dens

The chap-fallen circle spreads : Welcome, fellow-citizens,

Hollow hearts and empty heads! “You are bones, and what of that?

Every face, however full, Padded round with flesh and fat,

Is but modell’d on a skull. “Death is king, and Vivat Rex!

Tread a measure on the stones, Madam—if I know your sex,

From the fashion of your bones. “No, I cannot praise the fire

In your eye-nor yet your lip: All the more do I admire

Joints of cunning workmanship. “Lo! God's likeness—the ground-plan

Neither modell’d, glazed, or framed: Buss me, thou rough sketch of man,

Far tvo naked to be shamed! " Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance,

While we keep a little breath! Drink to heavy Ignorance !

Hob-and nob with brother Death! 'Thou art mazed, the night is long,

And the longer night is near : What! I am not all as wrong

As a bitter jest is dear. “ Youthful hopes, by scores, to all,

When the locks are crisp and curl'd; Unto me my maudlin gall"

And my mockeries of the world. “Fill the cup, and fill the can!

Mingle madness, mingle scorn | | Dregs of life, and lees of nan : | Yet we will not die forlorn."

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Below were men and horses pierced

THE EAGLE. with worms,

FRAGMENT. And slowly quickening into lower

He clasps the crag with hooked hands; forms; By shards and scurf of salt, and scum

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. of dross, Old plash of rains, and refuse patch'd

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

| He watches from his mountain walls, with nioss. Then some one spake : “Behold! it

And like a thunderbolt he falls. was a crime Of sense avenged by sense that wore

with time.” Another said: “The crime of sense Move eastward, happy earth, and leave became

Yon orange sunset waning slow : The crime of malice, and is equal

From fringes of the faded eve, blame.”

O, happy planet, eastward go: And one: “He had not wholly quench'd | Till over thy dark shoulder glow his power;

Thy silver sister-world, and rise A little grain of conscience made him To glass herself in dewy eyes At last ĭ heard a voice upon the slope That watch me from the glen below. Cry to the summit, “Is there any hope ? "

Ah, bear ine with thee, lightly borne, To which an answer peal'd from that

Dip forward under starry light, high land,

And move me to my marriage-morn, But in a tongue no man could under

And round again to happy night. stand; And on the glimmering limit far with

drawn
God made Himself an awful rose of | BREAK, break, break,
dawn.

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.
Come not, when I am dead,

O well for the fisherman's boy, To drop thy foolish tears upon my

| That he shouts with his sister at play! grave,

10 well for the sailor lad, To trample round my fallen head, That he sings in his boat on the bay.! And vex the unhappy dust thou |

And the stately ships go on wouldst not save.

To their haven under the hill; There let the wind sweep and the plover

But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, cry;

And the sound of a voice that is still! But thou, go by

Break, break, break, Child, if it were thine error or thy

At the foot of thy crags O Sea! crime

But the tender grace of a day that is dead I care no longer, being all unblest: Will never come back to me. Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,

THE POET'S SONG. And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave ine | The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, where I lie :

He pass'd by the town and out of the Go by, go by.

street,

A light wind blew from the gates of The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, the sun,

The snake slipt under a spray, And waves of shadow went over the The wild hawk stood with the down on wheat,

his beak, And he sat him down in a lonely And stared, with his foot on the prey, place,

| And the nightingale thought, “I have And chanted a melody loud and sung many songs, sweet,

But never a one so gay, That made the wild-swan pause in her For he sings of what the world will cioud,

be And the lark drop down at his feet. When the years have died away.”

THE PRINCESS:

A MEDLEY.

TO

HENRY LUSHINGTON
THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED BY HIS FRIEND

A. TENNYSON.

PROLOGUE.

Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier

than their names, Sir Walter VIVIAN all a summer's

Grew side by side ; and on the pave. day Gave his broad lawns until the set of

ment lay

Carved stones of the Abbey-ruin in the sun

park. Up to the people : thither flock’d at

Huge Ammonites, and the first bones noon

of Time; His tenants, wife and child, and thither

And on the tables every clime and age half

Jumbled together; celts and calumets, The neighboring borough with their

Claymore and snow-shoe, toys in lava, Institute

fans Of which he was the patron. I was

Of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, there

son From college, visiting the son,--the

Laborious orient ivory sphere in A Walter too,-with others of our set,

sphere,

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The cursed Malayan crease, and battleFive others : we were seven at Vivian

From the isles of palm : and higher on place.

the walls, And me that morning Walter show'd Betwixt the monstrous horns of elk and the house,

deer, Greek, set with busts : from vases in His own forefathers' arms and armor the hall

hung.

And “this,” he said, “was Hugh's “To the Abbey: there is Aunt Elizat Agincourt ;

abeth And that was olá Sir Ralph's at As. And sister Lilia with the rest.” We calon :

went A good knight he! we keep a chronicle (I kept the book and had my finger with all about him," – which he in it) brought, and I

Down thro' the park: strange was the Dived in a hoard of tales that dealt sight to me; with knights

For all the sloping pasture murmur'd, Half-legend, half-historic, counts and sown kings

With happy faces and with holiday, Who laid about them at their wills and There moved the multitude, a thoudied;

Sand heads; And mixt with these, a lady, one that | The patient leaders of their Institute arm'd

Taught them with facts. One rear'd a Her own fair head, and sallying thro' font of stone the gate,

And drew from butts of water on the Had beat her foes with slaughter from slope, her walls.

The fountain of the moment, playing “O miracle of women,” said the

now

A twisted snake, and now a rain of book, “ () noble heart who, being strait-be

pearls, sieged

Or steep-up spout whereon the gildec!

bali By this wild king to force her to his

Danced like a wisp : and somewhat wish,

lower down Nor bent, nor broke, nor shunn'd a

A man with knobs and wires and vials soldier's death,

fired But now when all was lost or seem'd

A cannon : Echo answer'd in her sleep as lost

From hollow fields : and here were Her stature more than mortal in the

telescopes burst.

For azure views; and there a group of Of sunrise, her arm lifted, eyes on

girls

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In circle waited, whom the electric Brake with a blast of trumpets from

Dislink'd with shrieks and laughter: the gate,

round the lake And, falling on them like a thunder

A little clock-work steamer paddling bolt,

plied She trampled some beneath her horses'

And shook the lilies; perch'd about heels,

the knolls And some were whelm'd with missiles

A dozen angry models jetted steam : of the wall,

A petty railway ran: a fire-balloon And some were push'd with lances

Rose gem-like up before the dusky from the rock,

groves And part were drown'd within the whirling brook:

And dropt a fairy parachute and past : O miracle of noble womanhood I"

And there thro' twenty posts of tele.

graph , So sang the gallant glorious chron. They flashed a saucy message to and

icle; And, I all rapt in this, “ Come out,” he Between the mimic stations ; so that

sport

fire-.

fro

said,

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