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    The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson
    The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson
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      The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson - Alfred Tennyson

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      by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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      Title: The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

      Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson

      Release Date: November 19, 2004 [EBook #14094]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS TENNYSON ***

      Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Cori Samuel and the PG Online Distributed

      Proofreading Team.

      THE SUPPRESSED POEMS

      OF

      ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

      1830-1868

      EDITED BY J.C. THOMSON

      Contents

      EDITOR'S NOTE

      TIMBUCTOO

      POEMS CHIEFLY LYRICAL

      i. The How and the Why

      ii. The Burial of Love

      iii. To ——

      iv. Song 'I' the gloaming light'

      v. Song 'Every day hath its night'

      vi. Hero to Leander

      vii. The Mystic

      viii. The Grasshopper

      ix. Love, Pride and Forgetfulness

      x. Chorus 'The varied earth, the moving heaven'

      xi. Lost Hope

      xii. The Tears of Heaven

      xiii. Love and Sorrow

      xiv. To a Lady sleeping

      xv. Sonnet 'Could I outwear my present state of woe'

      xvi. Sonnet 'Though night hath climbed'

      xvii. Sonnet 'Shall the hag Evil die'

      xviii. Sonnet 'The pallid thunder stricken sigh for gain'

      xix. Love

      xx. English War Song

      xxi. National Song

      xxii. Dualisms

      xxiii. οἱ ρἑοντες

      xxiv. Song 'The lintwhite and the throstlecock'

      CONTRIBUTIONS TO PERIODICALS, 1831-32

      xxv. A Fragment

      xxvi. Anacreontics

      xxvii. 'O sad no more! O sweet no more'

      xxviii. Sonnet 'Check every outflash, every ruder sally'

      xxix. Sonnet 'Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh'

      xxx. Sonnet 'There are three things that fill my heart with sighs'

      POEMS, 1833

      xxxi. Sonnet 'Oh beauty, passing beauty'

      xxxii. The Hesperides

      xxxiii. Rosalind

      xxxiv. Song 'Who can say'

      xxxv. Sonnet 'Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar'

      xxxvi. O Darling Room

      xxxvii. To Christopher North

      xxxviii. The Lotos-Eaters

      xxxix. A Dream of Fair Women

      MISCELLANEOUS POEMS AND CONTRIBUTIONS TO PERIODICALS, 1833-68

      xl. Cambridge

      xli. The Germ of 'Maud'

      xlii. 'A gate and afield half ploughed'

      xliii. The Skipping-Rope

      xliv. The New Timon and the Poets

      xlv. Mablethorpe

      xlvi. 'What time I wasted youthful hours'

      xlvii. Britons, guard your own

      xlviii. Hands all round

      xlix. Suggested by reading an article in a newspaper

      l. 'God bless our Prince and Bride'

      li. The Ringlet

      lii. Song 'Home they brought him slain with spears'

      liii. 1865-1866

      THE LOVER'S TALE, 1833

      INDEX OF FIRST LINES

      Note

      To those unacquainted with Tennyson's conscientious methods, it may seem strange that a volume of 160 pages is necessary to contain those poems written and published by him during his active literary career, and ultimately rejected as unsatisfactory. Of this considerable body of verse, a great part was written, not in youth or old age, but while Tennyson's powers were at their greatest. Whatever reasons may once have existed for suppressing the poems that follow, the student of English literature is entitled to demand that the whole body of Tennyson's work should now be open, without restriction or impediment, to the critical study to which the works of his compeers are subjected.

      The bibliographical notes prefixed to the various poems give, in every case, the date and medium of first publication.

      J.C.T.

      Timbuctoo

      A POEM

      WHICH OBTAINED

      THE CHANCELLOR'S MEDAL

      AT THE

      Cambridge Commencement

      MDCCCXXIX

      BY

      A. TENNYSON

      Of Trinity College

      [Printed in Cambridge Chronicle and Journal of Friday, July 10, 1829, and at the University Press by James Smith, among the Prolusiones Academicæ Præmiis annuis dignatæ et in Curia Cantabrigiensi Recitatæ Comitiis Maximis, MDCCCXXIX. Republished in Cambridge Prize Poems, 1813 to 1858, by Messrs. Macmillan in 1859, without alteration; and in 1893 in the appendix to a reprint of Poems by Two Brothers].

      Timbuctoo

      Deep in that lion-haunted inland lies

      A mystic city, goal of high Emprize.[A]

      —CHAPMAN.

      I stood upon the Mountain which o'erlooks

      The narrow seas, whose rapid interval

      Parts Afric from green Europe, when the Sun

      Had fall'n below th' Atlantick, and above

      The silent Heavens were blench'd with faery light,

      Uncertain whether faery light or cloud,

      Flowing Southward, and the chasms of deep, deep blue

      Slumber'd unfathomable, and the stars

      Were flooded over with clear glory and pale.

      I gaz'd upon the sheeny coast beyond,

      There where the Giant of old Time infixed

      The limits of his prowess, pillars high

      Long time eras'd from Earth: even as the sea

      When weary of wild inroad buildeth up

      Huge mounds whereby to stay his yeasty waves.

      And much I mus'd on legends quaint and old

      Which whilome won the hearts of all on Earth

      Toward their brightness, ev'n as flame draws air;

      But had their being in the heart of Man

      As air is th' life of flame: and thou wert then

      A center'd glory-circled Memory,

      Divinest Atalantis, whom the waves

      Have buried deep, and thou of later name

      Imperial Eldorado root'd with gold:

      Shadows to which, despite all shocks of Change,

      All on-set of capricious Accident,

      Men clung with yearning Hope which would not die.

      As when in some great City where the walls

      Shake, and the streets with ghastly faces throng'd

      Do utter forth a subterranean voice,

      Among the inner columns far retir'd

      At midnight, in the lone Acropolis.

      Before the awful Genius of the place

      Kneels the pale Priestess in deep faith, the while

      Above her head the weak lamp dips and winks

      Unto the fearful summoning without:

      Nathless she ever clasps the marble knees,

      Bathes the cold hand with tears, and gazeth on

      Those eyes which wear no light but that wherewith

      Her phantasy informs them.

      Where are ye

      Thrones of the Western wave, fair Islands green?

      Where are your moonlight halls, your cedarn glooms,

      The blossoming abysses of your hills?

      Your flowering Capes and your gold-sanded bays

      Blown round with happy airs of odorous winds?

      Where are the infinite ways which, Seraphtrod,

      Wound thro' your great Elysian solitudes,

      Whose lowest depths were, as with visible love,

      Fill'd with Divine effulgence, circumfus'd,

      Flowing between the clear and polish'd stems,

      And ever circling round their emerald cones

      In coronals and glories, such as gird

      The unfading foreheads of the Saints in Heaven?

      For nothing visible, they say, had birth

      In that blest ground but it was play'd about

      With its peculiar glory. Then I rais'd

      My voice and cried 'Wide Afric, doth thy Sun

      Lighten, thy hills enfold a City as fair

      As those which starr'd the night o' the Elder World?

      Or is the rumour of thy Timbuctoo

      A dream as frail as those of ancient Time?'

      A curve of whitening, flashing, ebbing light!

      A rustling of white wings! The bright descent

      Of a young Seraph! and he stood beside me

      There on the ridge, and look'd into my face

      With his unutterable, shining orbs,

      So that with hasty motion I did veil

      My vision with both hands, and saw before me

      Such colour'd spots as dance athwart the eyes

      Of those that gaze upon the noonday Sun.

      Girt with a Zone of flashing gold beneath

      His breast, and compass'd round about his brow

      With triple arch of everchanging bows,

      And circled with the glory of living light

      And alternations of all hues, he stood.

      'O child of man, why muse you here alone

      Upon the Mountain, on the dreams of old

      Which fill'd the Earth with passing loveliness,

      Which flung strange music on the howling winds,

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