The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-02-21
TENNYsONS SUPPRESSED POENgS.

He hath not another dart;
Go-carry him to his dark deathbed:
Bury him in the cold cold heart
Love Is dead.
oh. truest Ioyel art thou forlorn.
And unavenged? Thy pleasant wiles
Forgotten and thine innocent joy2
Shall hollow-hearted apathy,
The crueIlest form Of perfect scorn,
With languor Of most hateful smiles,
Forever write
in the weathered light
OF the fearless eye
An eDitaDh that all may spy
No! sooner she herself shall die.
For her the shows shau not ran,
Nor the round sun that shineth for all:
Her light shall into darkness change,
For her the green grass shall not spring,
Nor the rivers flow, nor the sweet birds
Till Love have his fun revenge.
Verses ''To a Lady Sleeping" are as
follows:
o thou whose fringed lids I gaze upon,
Through whose dim brain the winged
dreams are borne.
UnroOf the shriCs OF cle2rest vision.
In honor of the silveT-flecked morn:
Long hath the white wave Of the, virgin
Driven back the bHow of the dreamful
dark
Thou ali unvitungly prolongest night.
Though long ago listening the poised
With eyes dropt down through the blue
serene.
over heavens parapets the angels lean.
4 New Year poem entitled .1S65-1S66'
was published in Good Words magazine
for March. 1865 This little poem has never
been reprinted. nor IS any reference made
10 it in TenuysOnian literature. 1t is.
however, quite genuine, as Tennyson'
name was appended to it in the maya
zine:
v+,,.7 -, +o,rr-.,- ~,
And new. year and old year met;
And winds were roaring and blowing;
And I said. 20. years, that meet in
tears.
Have We aught that is worth the know
in=
Science enough and exploring,
Wanderers coming and going.
Matter enough and depl0ring.
But aught that is worth the knowing?
Seas at my feet were flowing,
Waves on the single pouring.
Old year roaring and blowing.
And new. year blowing and roaring.
The following fragment was published
IN ''Ros RoSarum eS HortO Poetarum
! C'Dew Of the Everything Rose. Gath
( cred from tae- Poets Gardens OF Many
/ Iands'). by J.. Y. Boyle. Miss Boyle
was "the charming and gifted lady who
/ had illustrated his May Queen ana
! whose drawings OF children he admired.
The night with sudden odor reeTd,
/ The southern stars music peafd,
! Warm beams across the meadows stole;
/ For Love flew over grove and field,
Said open, Rosebud. open, yield
Thy fragrant SOUL
/ One of the most interesting OF the re-
/ vived poems t. that published in Punch
in 1Si6 IN 1Si5 Bolivar Lytton publish
/ ed mis- satirical poem, New Timon; n
! Romance Of London" in which he bit
/ terry attacked Tenuyson for the civil list
I pension granted the previous year Ten
i uyson replied ~ these vigorous verses,
I which made the literary sensation of the
/ year:
We know aim. out Of shakespeare's art.
! And those fine curses which he spoke,
The old Timon. with mis- noble heart.
THAT, strongly loa<hins, greatly broke
/ So did the Old: here comes the New;
Regard him, q familiar face:
thought we knew him-what. it's you
The padded man-that means the stays.
who killed the girls and thrill'd the boys
With dainty pathos when YOU wrote,
a lion. you. that made a noise,
And shook "a mane en- papiliotes-
Ard once YOU tried the muses.. tee;
You faild. sir; therefore now YOU turn
( You fell on those who are 10 you
As captain is to sl;baltern
l But men Of long enduring hopes
And careless what this hour may bring
lean pardon little would-be P0pes
I And Brummels. W0en they try 10 sting.
An artist, sir should rest in art,
And waive little Of his claim:
To nave the deep poetic heart
Is more than all poetic fame.
But you. sir. you are hard to please:
You never look but half content;
Nor like gentleman at ease
With moral breadth Of temperament.
And what with s9ites and what with
fears.
You cannot let a body be;
It's always ringing in your ears.
They call this man as good as me"
What profits now to understand
The merits Of q sp0iless shirt
a dappcr boot-a little hand
II half the little soul is dirt7
You talk Of tinsel. Why. VIC see
The old mark OF rouge upon YOU
cheeBs
You pratp~of nature, You are be
That split his life about the ciIques.
a Timon you. Nay, nay. for shame:
Il looks too arrogant a jest
The fierce old man-to take his name
You bandb0x. Off and let him rest.
OF the Timon poem Teuuyson after
90 Punch. john Forster did They weri
too bitter. 1 do not think that ] snouis
ever have Ts'blshed them"