And I, betwixt them both, to please them both,
And yet to give the story as it rose,

I moved as in a strange diagonal,

And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.

But Lilia pleased me, for she took no part

In our dispute: the sequel of the tale

Had touch'd her; and she sat, she pluck'd the

grass,

She flung it from her, thinking: last, she fixt
A showery glance upon her aunt, and said,
"You-tell us what we are," who might have told,
For she was cramm'd with theories out of books,
But that there rose a shout: the gates were closed
At sunset, and the crowd were swarming now,
To take their leave, about the garden rails.

So I and some went out to these: we climb'd
The slope to Vivian-place, and turning saw
The happy valleys, half in light, and half
Far-shadowing from the west, a land of peace;
Gray halls alone among their massive groves;
Trim hamlets; here and there a rustic tower
Half-lost in belts of hop and breadths of wheat;
The shimmering glimpses of a stream; the seas;
A red sail, or a white; and far beyond,
Imagined more than seen, the skirts of France.

"Look there, a garden!" said my college friend, The Tory member's elder son, "and there!

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God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off, And keeps our Britain, whole within herself, A nation yet, the rulers and the ruledSome sense of duty, something of a faith, 55 Some reverence for the laws ourselves have made Some patient force to change them when we will, Some civic manhood firm against the crowdBut yonder, whiff! there comes a sudden heat, The gravest citizen seems to lose his head, 60 The king is scared, the soldier will not fight, The little boys begin to shoot and stab, A kingdom topples over with a shriek

Like an old woman, and down rolls the world
In mock heroics stranger than our own;
65 Revolts, republics, revolutions, most

No graver than a schoolboys' barring out;
Too comic for the solemn things they are,
Too solemn for the comic touches in them,
Like our wild Princess with as wise a dream
70 As some of theirs-God bless the narrow seas!
I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad."

"Have patience," I replied, "ourselves are full Of social wrong; and maybe wildest dreams Are but the needful preludes of the truth: 75 For me, the genial day, the happy crowd, The sport half-science, fill me with a faith. This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience! Give it time To learn its limbs: there is a hand that guides."

In such discourse we gain'd the garden rails,
And there we saw Sir Walter where he stood,
Before a tower of crimson holly-oaks,
Among six boys, head under head, and look'd
No little lily-handed Baronet he,

A great broad-shoulder'd genial Englishman,
A lord of fat prize-oxen and of sheep,
A raiser of huge melons and of pine,
A patron of some thirty charities,
A pamphleteer on guano and on grain,
A quarter-sessions chairman, abler none;
Fair-hair'd and redder than a windy morn;
Now shaking hands with him, now him, of those
That stood the nearest-now address'd to speech-
Who spoke few words and pithy, such as closed
Welcome, farewell, and welcome for the year
To follow a shout rose again, and made
The long line of the approaching rookery swerve
From the elms, and shook the branches of the deer
From slope to slope thro' distant ferns, and rang
Beyond the bourn of sunset; O, a shout
More joyful than the city-roar that hails
Premier or king! Why should not these great Sirs
Give up their parks some dozen times a year
To let the people breathe? So thrice they cried,
I likewise, and in groups they stream'd away.

But we went back to the Abbey, and sat on,
So much the gathering darkness charm'd: we sat
But spoke not, rapt in nameless reverie,

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Perchance upon the future man: the walls

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whoop'd,

And gradually the powers of the night, That range above the region of the wind, Deepening the courts of twilight broke them up Thro' all the silent spaces of the worlds, 115 Beyond all thought into the Heaven of Heavens.

Last little Lilia, rising quietly,

Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph
From those rich silks, and home well-pleased we
went.

LIFE OF TENNYSON

CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE

1809. Born, August 6, at Somersby in Lincolnshire. Arthur Hallam born.

1811.

1816-20. Tennyson at Louth Grammar School.

1827. Published, with his brother Charles, Poems by Two Brothers.

1828. Entered Trinity College, Cambridge.

Met Arthur Hallam.

1829. Won the Chancellor's Prize in poetry.

1830. Poems, Chiefly Lyrical.

Journey to the Pyrenees, with Arthur Hallam. 1831. Left Cambridge. Tennyson's father died. 1832. Poems.

1833. Death of Arthur Hallam, September 13. 1842. Poems.

1845. Received a pension, £200, from the Crown.

1847. The Princess.

1850. Made Poet Laureate. In Memoriam.

Married Emily Sellwood. Went to live at Twickenham.

1852. Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington.

Hallam Tennyson born.

1853. Settled at Farringford, Isle of Wight. 1854. Charge of the Light Brigade.

Lionel Tennyson born.

1855. Maud, and other Poems.

D.C.L., Oxford.

1859. [Four] Idylls of the King.

Journey to Portugal.

1861. Second journey to the Pyrenees.

1864. Enoch Arden.

1865. Refused a baronetcy.