The works of Alfred lord Tennyson Author:Alfred Tennyson Tennyson Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PREFATORY SONNET To The 'nineteenth Century.' Those that of late had fleeted far and fast To touch all shores, now leaving to the skill Of others their... more » old craft seaworthy still, Have charter'd this; where, mindful of the past, Our true co-mates regather round the mast; Of diverse tongue, but with a common will Here, in this roaring moon of daffodil And crocus, to put forth and brave the bfast; For some, descending from the sacred peak Of hoar high-templed Faith, have leagued again Their lot with ours to rove the world about; And some are wilder comrades, sworn to seek If any golden harbour be for men In seas of Death and sunless gulfs of Doubt. TO THE REV. W. H. BROOKFIELD. Brooks, for they call'd you so that knew you best, Old Brooks, who loved so well to mouth my rhymes, How oft we two have heard St. Mary's chimes! How oft the Cantab supper, host and guest, Would echo helpless laughter to your jest! How oft with him we paced that walk of limes, Him, the lost light of those dawn-golden times, Who loved you well! Now both are gone to rest. You man of humorous-melancholy mark, Dead of some inward agony—is it so? Our kindlier, trustier Jaques, past away! I cannot laud this life, it looks so dark: SS ovap—dream of a shadow, go— God bless you. I shall join you in a day. MONTENEGRO. They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height, Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and night Against the Turk; whose inroad nowhere scales Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails, And red with blood the Crescent reels from fight Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone flight By thousands down the crags and thro' the vales. O smallest among peoples! rough rock-throne Of Freedom! warriors beati...« less