. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . XN THE STEAMSHIP. Droops the heavy-blossomd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree —Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea. There methinks would be enjo^tnent more than in this march of mind,In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. Locksley Hall. 131 There the passions crampd no longer shall liave scope and breathing space ;I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinewd, they shall dive, and they shall run,Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the s
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . XN THE STEAMSHIP. Droops the heavy-blossomd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree —Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea. There methinks would be enjo^tnent more than in this march of mind,In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. Locksley Hall. 131 There the passions crampd no longer shall liave scope and breathing space ;I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinewd, they shall dive, and they shall run,Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun ; Whistle back the parrotscall, and leap the rain-bows of the brooks. Not with blinded eyesightporing over miserablebooks — Fool, again the dream, thefancy! but I know mywords are wild, But I count the gray bar-barian lower than theChristian l WILL TAKE SOME SAVAGEWOMAN. I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glo-rious gains,Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast withlower pains ! I32 Lockslcy Hall. Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or chme ?I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time — better men should perish one by one,Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshuas moon in Ajalon ! Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, for-ward let us range, I/Ct the great world spin for ever down the ringinggrooves of change. Thro the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day :Better fifty years of Kurope than a cycle of Cathay. Mother-Age (for mine I knew not) help me as whenlife begun : Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the light-nings, weigh the Sun. O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not founts of inspiration well thro all my fancy yet. Locksley Hall. 133 Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locks-ley H
Size: 1078px × 2318px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthortennysonalfredtennyso, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890
