. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. rn well the thrifty months, norwed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 O thou that sendest out the man To rule by land and sea,Strong mother of a Lion-line,Be proud of those strong sons of thine Who wrenchd their rights fromthee ! What wonder if in noble heat Those men thine arms withstood, Retaught the lesson thou hadst taught, And in thy spirit with thee fought — Who sprang from English blood ! But thou rejoice with liberal joy,Lift up thy rocky face, And shatter, when the storms are black,In many a streaming t
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. rn well the thrifty months, norwed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 O thou that sendest out the man To rule by land and sea,Strong mother of a Lion-line,Be proud of those strong sons of thine Who wrenchd their rights fromthee ! What wonder if in noble heat Those men thine arms withstood, Retaught the lesson thou hadst taught, And in thy spirit with thee fought — Who sprang from English blood ! But thou rejoice with liberal joy,Lift up thy rocky face, And shatter, when the storms are black,In many a streaming torrent back,The seas that shock thy base ! Whatever harmonies of law The growing world assume,Thy work is thine — the single noteFrom that deep chord which Hamp-den smoteWill vibrate to the doom. THE GOOSE I knew an old wife lean and poor,Her rags scarce held together ; There strode a stranger to the door,And it was windy weather. He held a goose upon his arm,He utterd rhyme and reason : Here, take the goose, and keep youwarm,It is a stormy season/. JftHN THOMPSON 4 Quoth she, The devil take the goose,And God forget the stranger 82 THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND OTHER POEMS She caught the white goose by theleg, A goose — twas no great goose let fall a golden egg With cackle and with clatter. She dropt the goose, and caught thepelf,And ran to tell her neighbors,And blessd herself, and cursed her-self,And rested from her labors ; And feeding high, and living soft,Grew plump and able-bodied, Until the grave churchwarden doffd,The parson smirkd and nodded. So sitting, served by man and maid,She felt her heart grow prouder; But ah! the more the white gooselaidIt clackd and cackled louder. It clutterd here, it chuckled there,It stirrd the old wifes mettle ; She shifted in her elbow-chair,And hurld the pan and kettle. A quinsy choke thy cursed note !Then waxd her anger stronger. Go, take the goose, and wring herthroat,I will not bear it longer. Then yelpd the cur, and yawld
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