Daily globe., 1879-04-27
TWO NEW POEMS BY TENNYSON.

ITO PRINCESS ALICE" AND "THE DEFENSE OF
LUCKNOW"
The following beautiful "dedicatory poem
to the Princess Alice" by Mr., Tennyson,
onens the new number of the NineteenM Cen
t,uy:
dead Princess, living Power, if that which
True life, live on--and if the fatal kiss,
Born Of true life and love, divorce thee not
From earthly love aud life-if what We call
The spirit flash not all ut once from out
This shadow into Substance-theu perhaps
The mellow'd murmnr of the peoples praise
From thine own State and all our breadth Of
realm,
Where Love and Longing dress thy deeds in
light,
Asecnds to thee; and this March morn that
sees
Thy sodier-brotheI's bridal orange bloom
Break thro' the yews and cypress OF thy
grave,
And thine Imperial mother smile again,
May send one ray to thyel and who can tell
ThOu-En glands England loving daughter
Dying so English thou wouldt have her flag
Borne on thy cotiin-Where is he can swear
But that some broken gleam from our poor
earth
May touca thee, while remembering thee, l
lay
At thy.pale feet this ballad of the deeds
OF England and her banner in the East"'
After this comes much longer poem on
"The Defense of Lucknow" by the Laureate.
We present our readers with the following
extracts:
'sBanner of England, not for a season, o ban
ner of Britain, hast thou
Floated IN corQuering battle Or Hapt to the
battle cry
Never with mightier glory than when we had
reared thee on high,
Flying at top of the roofs in the ghastly
siege OF Lucknow
Shot thro the staff or the halyard, but ever
we raised thee anew,
And ever upon the topmost roof our banner
of England blew.
Ay, but the foe sprung his mine many times
and it chauced on a day
Soon as the blast of that underground thun-
derclap echo'd away,
Dark thro' the smoke and the sulphur like sc
many tiends in their hell
Cannon-shot, musket-shot, volley on volley,
and yell upon yell
What have they done? where is it? Out yon
der. Guard the Redan!
Storm at the Wate- gate! storm at the Bailey
gate! storm, and it ran
Surging and swaying all round US, as ocear
on every side
Plunges and heaves at a bank that is daily
drowned by the tide
So many thousands thatif they be bold enough
who shall escape?
Kill or be kilPd, live or die, they shall know
we are soldiers and men
Ready! take aim at their leaders-their mass
es are gappd with our grape
Backward they reel like the wave, like tht
wave flinging forward again,
Flying and foil'd at the last by the handful
they could not subdue;
And even upon the topmOst roof our banne
of England blew.
Then on another wild morning another wilt
earthquake out-tore
Clean from our lines of defense ten or twelv'
good PAGES or more.
Riheman, high on the roof, hidden there from
the light of the sun
One has leaped up on the breach, crying out
''Follow me! follow me!,'
Mark him-hc falls! then another, and him too
and down goes he.
Had they been bold enough then, who can tel
but the traitors had won?
Boardings and rafters and doors-an embra
sure! make way for the gun!
Now double-charge it with grape! It i
charged, and we fire, and they rum
Praise to our Indian brothers, and let the darl
face have his due!
Thanks to the kindly dark faces who Tough
with us faithful and few,
Fought with the bravest among us, and drov
them and smote them and slew,
That ever upon the topmost roof our bannc
in India blew.
x r Y
Hark, cannonade, fusillade! is it true wha
was told by the scout?
Outram and Havelock breaking their wa
through the fell mutineers!
Surely the pibroch of Europe is ringing agail
in our ears!
All on sudden the garrison uttered jubi
liant shout,
Havelock's glorious Highlande1s answer wit
conquering cheers,
Forth from their holes and their hiding ou
women and children come out.
Blessing the wholesome white faces of Have
locks good fusileers,
Kissing the war-hardend hand of the Hig1
landers wet with their tears!
Dance to the pibroch!- -saved!-we are saved
is it you?is it you?
Saved by the valor of Havelock. saved by th
blessing of heaven!
"Hold it for fifteen days!" we have held it fc
eighty y-seven!
And ever aloft on the palace roof the old ba,
of England blew.