. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. unted sunless life;Till after our good parents past awayWatching your growth, I seemd again to grow. 359 Leolin, I almost sin in envying very whitest lamb in all my foldLoves you ; I know her; the worst thought she hasIs whiter even than her pretty must prove true ; for, brother, where two fightThe strongest wins, and truth and love are strength,And you are happy; let her parents be. But Leolin cried out the more upon them —Insolent, brainless, heartless! heiress, wealth,Their wealth, their heiress! wealth enough was the
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. unted sunless life;Till after our good parents past awayWatching your growth, I seemd again to grow. 359 Leolin, I almost sin in envying very whitest lamb in all my foldLoves you ; I know her; the worst thought she hasIs whiter even than her pretty must prove true ; for, brother, where two fightThe strongest wins, and truth and love are strength,And you are happy; let her parents be. But Leolin cried out the more upon them —Insolent, brainless, heartless! heiress, wealth,Their wealth, their heiress! wealth enough was theirsFor twenty matches. Were he lord of this, 370 Why, twenty boys and girls should marry on it,And forty blest ones bless him, and himselfBe wealthy still, ay, wealthier. He believedThis filthy marriage-hindering Mam-mon madeThe harlot of the cities; Nature crostWas mother of the foul adulteriesThat saturate soul with body. Name, too! name,Their ancient name! they might be proud; its worthWas being Ediths. Ah, how pale she had lookd AYLMERS FIELD 3*9. Aylmer Hall Darling, to-night ! they must haverated her 380 Beyond all tolerance. These oldpheasant-lords, These partridge-breeders of a thou-sand years, Who had mildewd in their thousands,doing nothing Since Egbert — why, the greater theirdisgrace ! Fall back upon a name! rest, rot inthat! Not keep it noble, make it nobler ?fools, With such a vantage-ground for noble-ness ! He had known a man, a quintessenceof man, The life of all — who madly loved —and he, Thwarted by one of these old father-fools, 390 Had rioted his life out, and made anend. He would not do it! her sweet face and faithHeld him from that; but he had pow-ers, he knew would he to his studies, make a name,Name, fortune too; the world should ring of him,To shame these mouldy Aylmers in their , or what is greatest would he be —lO brother, I am grieved to learn your grief —Give me my fling, and let me say my say. At which, like one
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