Worthy of our gorgeous rites, In anger, wheel'd on Europe-shadowing wings, 120 So great a soldier taught us there What long-enduring hearts could do In that world-earthquake, Waterloo! Mighty Seaman, tender and true, 130 And pure as he from taint of craven guile, O saviour of the silver-coasted isle, I Assaye. A battle in India, September, 1803, when Wellington routed a native army of 40,000 with 7,000 men. 2 In the fall of 1810 Wellington retired to Lisbon, which was protected by three lines of fortifications, and thence gradually pushed out against the French until Napoleon's capitulation of 1814. 3 Sabbath. June 18, 1815, the day of the Battle of Waterloo. gret To those great men who fought, and kept it ours. And keep it ours, O God, from brute control! O Statesmen, guard us, guard the eye, the soul 160 Of Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings! For, saving that, ye help to save mankind Till public wrong be crumbled into dust, And drill the raw world for the march ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND Welcome, wild North-easter! Ne'er a verse to thee. Turn us out to play! Every plunging pike. ΤΟ 20 Hark! the brave North-easter! Breast-high lies the scent, Over heath and bent.2 Ere an hour be past. Go! and rest to-morrow, 'Tis the hard gray weather What's the soft South-wester? But the black North-easter, Through the snowstorm hurled, Drives our English hearts of oak Come, as came our fathers, Blow, thou wind of God! (1854) 30 40 50 60 COME INTO THE GARDEN, MAUD ALFRED TENNYSON The [This famous love-lyric represents a single scene in the long poem called Maud. speaker is Maud's plighted lover, but is not received at the manor-house where she lives; on the night of a great ball given there by her brother he must wait outside while she dances with the young lord (line 29) who is wooing her, but when the ball is over she has promised to join him in the garden.] Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, 2 bent. Hillside. I said to the lily, "There is but one, Low on the sand and loud on the stone I said to the rose, "The brief night goes O young lord-lover, what sighs are those, 30 And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the Hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all; From the meadow your walks have left So sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs 40 He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet The slender acacia would not shake Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares,And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew- 20 And, just because I was thrice as old And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? ΙΟ 2 come. Which has come. 51 3 (For the grammatical meaning, omit the exclamation point at the end of the preceding line.) |