. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. uel as a schoolboy ere he growsTo pity — more from ignorance than will. 100 But put your best foot forward, or I fearThat we shall miss the mail; and here it comesWith five at top, as quaint a four-in-handAs you shall see, — three pyebalds and a roan. EDWIN MORRIS OR, THE LAKE O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake,My sweet, wild, fresh three quarters of a year,My one oasis in the dust and drouthOf city life ! I was a sketcher here, my doing: curves of moun-tain, bridge,Boat, island, ruins of a castle, builtWhen men knew how to b
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. uel as a schoolboy ere he growsTo pity — more from ignorance than will. 100 But put your best foot forward, or I fearThat we shall miss the mail; and here it comesWith five at top, as quaint a four-in-handAs you shall see, — three pyebalds and a roan. EDWIN MORRIS OR, THE LAKE O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake,My sweet, wild, fresh three quarters of a year,My one oasis in the dust and drouthOf city life ! I was a sketcher here, my doing: curves of moun-tain, bridge,Boat, island, ruins of a castle, builtWhen men knew how to build, upon a rockWith turrets lichen-gilded like a rock ;And here, new-comers in an ancient hold,New-comers from the Mersey, million-aires, 10Here lived the Hills — a Tudor-chim- neyd bulkOf mellow brickwork on an isle of me, my pleasant rambles by the lakeWith Edwin Morris and with Edward BullThe curate — he was fatter than his cure!But Edwin Morris, he that knew the names,Long learned names of agaric, moss, and fern, EDWIN MORRIS 103. * When men knew how to build, upon a rockWith turrets lichen-gilded like a rock Who forged a thousand theories of the rocks,Who taught me how to skate, to row, to swim,Who read me rhymes elaborately good,His own — I calld him Crichton, for he seemd 21 All-perfect, nnishd to the finger-nail. And once I askd him of his early life,And his first passion; and he answerd me,And well his words became him — was he notA full-ceird honeycomb of eloquence Stored from all flowers ? Poet-like he spoke:My love for Nature is as old as I;But thirty moons, one honeymoon to that,And three rich sennights more, my love for her. 30 My love for Nature and my love for her,Of different ages, like twin-sisters grew,Twin-sisters differently some full music rose and sank the sun, io4 ENGLISH IDYLS AND OTHER POEMS And some full music seemd to move and changeWith all the varied changes of the dark,And either twilight and the day be-tween ;F
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