l^HhUB PR 5553 .S5 A*» j± |&&$ • -■ &as» J** 1 Pi Class Book ,£l_5 Copyright N? COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. A TENNYSON CALENDAR A TENNYSON CALENDAR SELECTED AND ARRANGED BY ANNA HARRIS SMITH m m m m m m NEW YORK m is m Is is THOMAS Y. CROWELL 5c CO. «§£ IS PUBLISHERS &2 COPYRIGHT, 1907, BY THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER, 1907 LIKHARY of CONGRESS Two Cooks Rucolved AUG 21 1907 v Cooyncht Entry CLASSA XXe.,Ho. /8SS3 6 COPY O. TKsss-3 COMPOSITION AND ELECTROTYPE PLATES BY D. B. UPDIKE, THE MERRYMGUNT PRESS, BOSTON JANUARY JANUARY FIRST THE night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. There 's a new foot on the floor, my friend, A new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door. Death of the Old Year JANUARY SECOND The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Morte D" Arthur JANUARY THIRD Fly, happy happy sails and bear the Press; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land, and blowing havenward With silks, and fruits, and spices, clear of toll, Enrich the markets of the golden year. The Golden Year [ ■ ] JANUARY FOURTH Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do. Locksley Hall JANUARY FIFTH He heeded not reviling tones, Nor sold his heart to idle moans, Tho' cursed and scorn'd, and bruised with stones : But looking upward, full of grace, He pray'd, and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face. The Two Voices JANUARY SIXTH For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust. Ode on the Death of Wellington JANUARY SEVENTH Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat ; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by. In Memor'iam JANUARY EIGHTH I will not shut me from my kind, And, lest I stiffen into stone, I will not eat my heart alone, Nor feed with sighs a passing wind. In Memor'iam JANUARY NINTH O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world . Groping, how many, until we pass and reach That other, where we see as we are seen ' Enid JANUARY TENTH Make knowledge circle with the winds; But let her herald, Reverence, fly Before her to whatever sky Bear seed of men and growth of minds. "Love Thou Thy Land" JANUARY ELEVENTH I said, "The years with change advance: If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance." The Ttvo Voices [3] JANUARY TWELFTH Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee: So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth ; So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee ; So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, An honourable eld shall come upon thee. Sonnet JANUARY THIRTEENTH Let there be thistles, there are grapes ; If old things, there are new ; Ten thousand broken lights and shapes, Yet glimpses of the true. Let raffs be rife in prose and rhyme, We lack not rhymes and reasons, As on this whirligig of Time We circle with the seasons. Will Waterproofs Monologue JANUARY FOURTEENTH Late, late, so late ! and dark the night and chill ! Late, late, so late ! but we can enter still. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. No light had we: for that we do repent; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. Guinevere [4] JANUARY FIFTEENTH Watch what main-currents draw the years : Cut Prejudice against the grain : But gentle words are always gain : Regard the weakness of thy peers. "Love Thou Thy Land" JANUARY SIXTEENTH Is this enough to say That my desire, like all strongest hopes, By its own energy fulfill'd itself, Merged in completion ? The Gardener s Daughter JANUARY SEVENTEENTH Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas ; Two strangers meeting at a festival ; Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease; Two graves grass-green beside a gray church- tower, Wash'd with still rains and daisy-blossomed ; Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs the round of life from hour to hour. Circumstance JANUARY EIGHTEENTH Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; [5] Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate. Enid JANUARY NINETEENTH Oh ! who would fight and march and counter- march, Be shot for sixpence in a battle-field, And shovell'd up into a bloody trench Where no one knows? Audley Court JANUARY TWENTIETH He, Vex'd with a morbid devil in his blood That veiPd the world with jaundice, hid his face From all men, and commercing with himself, He lost the sense that handles daily life — That keeps us all in order more or less — And sick of home went overseas for change. Walking to the Mail [6] JANUARY TWENTY-FIRST For Love himself took part against himself To warn us off, and Duty loved of Love — this world's curse, — beloved but hated — came Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine, And crying, "Who is this? behold thy bride," She push'd me from thee. Love and Duty JANUARY TWENTY-SECOND For me, I thank the saints, I am not great. For if there ever come a grief to me 1 cry my cry in silence, and have done : None knows it, and my tears have brought me good: But even were the griefs of little ones As great as those of great ones, yet this grief Is added to the griefs the great must bear, That howsoever much they may desire Silence, they cannot weep behind a cloud. Guinevere JANUARY TWENTY-THIRD Shy she was, and I thought her cold ; Thought her proud, and fled over the sea; Fill'd I was with folly and spite, When Ellen Adair was dying for me. Bitterly wept I over the stone : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : [7 ] There lies the body of Ellen Adair ! And there the heart of Edward Gray ! Edward Gray JANUARY TWENTY-FOURTH Love that hath us in the net, Can he pass, and we forget? Many suns arise and set. Many a chance the years beget. Love the gift is Love the debt. Even so. • The Miller s Daughter JANUARY TWENTY-FIFTH Love is hurt with jar and fret. Love is made a vague regret. Eyes with idle tears are wet. Idle habit links us yet. What is love ? for we forget : Ah, no ! no ! The Miller's Daughter JANUARY TWENTY-SIXTH Forgive! How many will say, "forgive," and find A sort of absolution in the sound To hate a little longer ! No ; the sin That neither God nor man can well forgive, Hypocrisy, I saw it in him at once. Sea Dreams [8] JANUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH Overquick art thou To catch a loathly plume fall'n from the wing Of that foul bird of rapine whose whole prey- Is man's good name. Vvvien JANUARY TWENTY-EIGHTH The world will not believe a man repents : And this wise world of ours is mainly right. Full seldom' does a man repent, or use Both grace and will to pick the vicious quitch Of blood and custom wholly out of him, And make all clean, and plant himself afresh. Enid JANUARY TWENTY-NINTH Ah yet, tho' all the world forsake, Tho' fortune clip my wings, I will not cramp my heart, nor take Half-views of men and things. Will Waterproofs Monologue JANUARY THIRTIETH O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. The Princess [9] JANUARY THIRTY-FIRST In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say My spirit is at peace with all. They haunt the silence of the breast, Imaginations calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest : But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but listen at the gates, And hear the household jar within. In Memoriam I >° ] r FEBRUARY FEBRUARY FIRST WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. The White Owl FEBRUARY SECOND Every day hath its night: Every night its morn : Thorough dark and bright Winged hours are borne ; Ah ! welaway ! Seasons flower and fade ; Golden calm and storm Mingle day by day. There is no bright form Doth not cast a shade — Ah ! welaway ! Song [«] FEBRUARY THIRD God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. To J. S. FEBRUARY FOURTH Love thou thy land, with love far-brought From out the storied Past, and used Within the Present, but transfused Thro' future time by power of thought. "Love Thou Thy Land" FEBRUARY FIFTH Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncall'd for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. (Enone FEBRUARY SIXTH What good should follow this, if this were done? What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of ruleJ Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An aft unprofitable, against himself? Morte & Arthur I •*] FEBRUARY SEVENTH Deliver not the tasks of might To weakness, neither hide the ray From those, not blind, who wait for day, Tho' sitting girt with doubtful light. "Love Thou Thy Land" FEBRUARY EIGHTH Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, for- ward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ring- ing grooves of change. Locksley Hall FEBRUARY NINTH Nothing will die; All things will change Through eternity. 'Tis the world's winter; Autumn and summer Are gone long ago. Nothing Will Die FEBRUARY TENTH All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true, All visions wild and strange ; Man is the measure of all truth Unto himself. All truth is change : All men do walk in sleep, and all Have faith in that they dream: [ '3] For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream. Ot peovres FEBRUARY ELEVENTH My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier mine, For fame, could fame be mine, that fame were thine, And shame, could shame be thine, that shame were mine. So trust me not at all or all in all. Vivien FEBRUARY TWELFTH In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all. Vivien FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH "Thro' slander, meanest spawn of Hell (And women's slander is the worst), And you, whom once I loved so well, Thro* you, my life will be accurst." [«+] I spoke with heart, and heat and force, I shook her breast with vague alarms — Like torrents from a mountain source We rush'd into each other's arms. The Letters FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH We parted : sweetly gleam'd the stars, And sweet the vapour-braided blue, Low breezes fann'd the belfry bars, As homeward by the church I drew. The very graves appear'd to smile, So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells ; "Dark porch," I said,"and silent aisle, There comes a sound of marriage bells." The Letters FEBRUARY FIFTEENTH Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Locksley Hall I'S] FEBRUARY SIXTEENTH All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth ; For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth. The Day Dream FEBRUARY SEVENTEENTH What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barr'd with gold, and opens but to golden keys. Locksley Hall FEBRUARY EIGHTEENTH Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth ! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth ! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule ! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd fore- head of the fool ! Locksley Hall FEBRUARY NINETEENTH A still small voice spake unto me, " Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?" [ '6] Then to the still small voice I said, "Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made." The Tivo Voices FEBRUARY TWENTIETH "If all be dark, vague voice," I said, "These things are wrapt in doubt and dread, Nor canst thou show the dead are dead. "The sap dries up: the plant declines. A deeper tale my heart divines." The Two Voices FEBRUARY TWENTY-FIRST Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why ; He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just. In Memoriam FEBRUARY TWENTY-SECOND And me this knowledge bolder made, Or else I had not dared to flow In these words toward you, and invade Even with a verse your holy woe. 'T is strange that those we lean on most, Those in whose laps our limbs are nursed, Fall into shadow, soonest lost: Those we love first are taken first. To J. S. [ 17] FEBRUARY TWENTY-THIRD Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. In Memoriam FEBRUARY TWENTY-FOURTH They never learned to love who never knew to weep. Love and Sorrow FEBRUARY TWENTY-FIFTH " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Was there a man dismay'd ? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunderM : Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. The Charge of the Light Brigade [ .8 ] FEBRUARY TWENTY-SIXTH For once, when I was up so high in pride That I was halfway down the slope to Hell, By overthrowing me you threw me higher. Enid FEBRUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH "Not war, if possible, king," I said, "lest from the abuse of war, The desecrated shrine, the trampled year, [flower The smouldering homestead, and the household Torn from the lintel — all the common wrong — A smoke go up thro' which I loom to her Three times a monster." The Princess FEBRUARY TWENTY-EIGHTH But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels, And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each other's heels. Locksley Hall FEBRUARY TWENTY-NINTH Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, 1 shall have had my day. Maud [ '9] MARCH MARCH FIRST HE spoke among you, and the Man who spoke ; Who neve'r sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor palter'd with Eternal God for power; Who let the turbid streams of rumour flow Thro' either babbling world of high and low ; Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life ; Who never spoke against a foe — Ode on the Death of Wellington MARCH SECOND The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevail'd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun. Ode on the Death of Wellington [21 ] MARCH THIRD O lift your natures up : Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave, The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble. The Princess k MARCH FOURTH Like men, like manners: like breeds like, they say. Kind nature is the best : those manners next That fit us like a nature second-hand ; Which are indeed the manners of the great. Walking to the Mail MARCH FIFTH Will some one say, then why not ill for good ? Why took ye not your pastime ? To that man My work shall answer, since I knew the right And did it ; for a man is not as God, But then most Godlike being most a man. Lo