. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. POEMS Bluff Harry broke into the spenceAnd turnd the cowls adrift. And I have seen some score of thoseFresh faces that would thrive 50 When his man-minded offset roseTo chase the deer at five ; And all that from the town wouldstroll, Till that wild wind made workIn which the gloomy brewers soul Went by me, like a stork; The slight she-slips of loyal blood,And others, passing praise, Strait-laced, but all-too-full in budFor puritanic stays. 6o 1 And I have shadowd many a groupOf beauties that were born In teacup-times of hood and hoop,Or
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. POEMS Bluff Harry broke into the spenceAnd turnd the cowls adrift. And I have seen some score of thoseFresh faces that would thrive 50 When his man-minded offset roseTo chase the deer at five ; And all that from the town wouldstroll, Till that wild wind made workIn which the gloomy brewers soul Went by me, like a stork; The slight she-slips of loyal blood,And others, passing praise, Strait-laced, but all-too-full in budFor puritanic stays. 6o 1 And I have shadowd many a groupOf beauties that were born In teacup-times of hood and hoop,Or while the patch was worn ; And, leg and arm with love-knots gay,About me leapd and laughd The modish Cupid of the day,And shrilld his tinsel shaft. I swear — and else may insects prickEach leaf into a gall! — 7° This girl, for whom your heart is sick,Is three times worth them all; For those and theirs, by Natureslaw, Have faded long ago ;But in these latter springs I saw Your own Olivia blow, From when she gambolld on thegreensA baby-germ, to when. And I have shadowd many a group Of beauties that were bornIn teacup-times of hood and hoop,Or while the patch was worn THE TALKING OAK m The maiden blossoms of her teensCould number five from ten. 80 1 swear, by leaf, and wind, and rain —And hear me with thine ears— That, tho I circle in the grainFive hundred rings of years, Yet, since I first could cast a shade, Did never creature passSo slightly, musically made, So light upon the grass ; 4 For as to fairies, that will flitTo make the greensward fresh, I hold them exquisitely knit,But far too spare of flesh. 90 O, hide thy knotted knees in fern, And overlook the chace,And from thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner-place ! But thou, whereon I carved her name,That oft hast heard my vows, Declare when last Olivia came To sport beneath thy boughs. 100 4 O, yesterday, you know, the fair Was hold en at the town ;Her father left his good arm-chair, And rode his hunter dow
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