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THE COMPLETE WORKS OF ALFRED LORD TENNYSON BIBLIOGRAPHY Printed by R. & R. Clark, January 1884. Reprinted, with slight corrections, April 1884. Reprinted February and October 1885; Æsay 1886 ; with slight altera tions^ December 1886. Reprinted 1887; .Æ/ay awa. November 1888; w-'M tkætzj/ additions, February 1889. Reprinted April and December 1889; /km_? «k^ November 1890; /w/y ««<f December 1891 ; iJ-fiy, October, and December 1892; Ja7iuary and October 1893 ; January 1894. Complete Edition printed September 1894. THE WORKS OF ALFRED LORD TENNYSON POET LAUREATE fLontron MACMILLAN AND CO. AND NEW YORK I894 CONTENTS. PAGE so the Queen i sUVENILIA 2 Claribel 2 Nothing will Die 2 All Things will Die 3 Leonine Elegiacs 3 Supposed Confessions of a Second-rate Sensitive Mind 3 The Kraken ..... .6 Song ........ 6 Lilian ....... 6 Isabel ....... 6 Mariana ....... 7 To 8 Madeline ... ... 8 Song — The Owl 9 Second Song — To the Same ... 9 Recollections of the Arabian Nights . 9 .#Ode to Memory 11 Song 13 A Character . . . . . -13 The Poet 13 The Poet's Mind ..... 14 jrhe Sea-Fairies ..... 15 Th**: Deserted House .... 15 The Dying Swan ..... 16 A Dirge 16 Love and Death . . . . -17 The Ballad of Oriana . . .17 Circumstance . . . . , .18 The Merman ...... 19 The Mermaid ...... 19 Adeline . . ■ . . . .20 Margaret . . . * . , .21 Rosalind ....,,, 22 I Eleanore 22 ' My life is full of weary days* ... 24 Early Sonnets . ... 24 1.
Sonnet to 24 2. Sonnet to J. M. K 25 3. 'Mine be the strength of spi; it . . 25 4. Alexander . . , 25 5. Buonaparte , 25 PAGE Juvenilia — Early Sonnets continued — 6. Poland .... .26 7. * Caress'd or chidden "... 26 8. *The form, the form alone is eloquent' 26 ' 9. ' Wan sculptor, weepest thou ' . .26 10. ' If I were loved, as I desire to be ' . 27 11. The Bridesmaid . . . 27 The Lady of Shalott, and other Poems: The Lady of Shalott 27 Mariana in the South ... 29 The Two Voices ..... 30 The Miller's Daughter . , .36 Fatima ....... 39 Œnone ....... 40 The Sisters - 44 To 44 The Palace of Art ..... 44 Lady Clara Vere de Vere .... 49 The May Queen . . , .50 New-Year's Eve . . . 51 7 Conclusion . , . . , • 52. s The Lotos-Eaters ..... 54^ Choric Song .... -54 A Dream of Fair Women . . . . 56 The Blackbird 61 The Death of the Old Year ... 62 To J. S. . . . 62 On a Mourner ..... 63 ' You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease . 64 'Of old sat Freedom on the height!*.' , 64 ' Love thou thy land ' .... 64 England and America in 1782 ... 66 The Goose ...... 66 English Idyls and other Poems : The Epic 67 Morte d'Arthur 68 The Gardener's Daughter ; or, the Pictures 72 Dora . ..... 77 Audley Court . , .79 Walking to the Mail ..... 81 Edwin Morris ; or, the Lake ... 83 St. Simeon Stylites 8s The Sisters Conclusion The Blackbird CONTENTS.
VI PAGE English Idyls and other Poems contd. — The Talking Oak 88 Love and Duty .92 The Golden Year 94 Ulysses 95 Tithonus ....... 96 Locksley Hall 98 Godiva 103 The Day-Dream 104 Prologue 104 The Sleeping Palace .... 104 The Sleeping Beauty .... 105 The Arrival 106 The Revival . . ... 106 The Departure 107 Moral 107 L'Envoi ....... 107 Epilogue 108 Amphion 108 St. Agnes' Eve 109 Sir Galahad no Edward Gray in I Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue . in Lady Clare ....... 114 The Captain. . . . „ . . 115 The Lord of Burleigh , . , . .116 j The Voyage ....... 117 Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere , .118 ; A Farewell 119 The Beggar Maid . . . .119 j /The Eagle 119 . Move eastward, happy earth, and leave . 119 'Come not, when I am dead' . . .119 The Letters 120 The Vision of Sin . ..... 120 To , after reading a Life and Letters . 123 .'_ To E. L., on his Travels in Greece . . 124 3] ■ Break, break, break' 124 I The Poet's Song ...... 124 Enoch Arden, and other Poems : Enoch Arden 125 The Brook 139 Aylmer's Field 142 Sea Dreams ... ... 156 Lucretius 161 The Princess ; a Medley . . .165 Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington 218 The Third of February, 1852 . . . 221 The Charge of the Light Brigade . . 222 Ode sung at the Opening of the International Exhibition. ...... 223 A Welcome to Alexandra .... 223 PAGE A Welcome to Her Royal Highness Marie Alexandrovna, Duchess of Edinburgh . 224 The Grandmother 225 Northern Farmer.
Part I
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro' the field the road runs by Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers To many-tower'd Camelot ; The Lady of Shalott. And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, By the margin, willow-veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd The island of Shalott. THE LADY OF SHALOTT. For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land, Came two young lovers lately wed ' I am half sick of shadows, ' said The Lady of Shalott. The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly,
Part III
A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red* cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weaiy, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers ' 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.' That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
PART II.
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near All in the blue unclouded weather Thick -jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night, Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. Pass onward from Shalott. Plis broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd On bumish'd hooves his war-horse trode From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, ' Tirra lirra,' by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two : She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, ALARLANA IN THE SOUTH. 29 She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. ' The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
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