POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.*

SONNET-TO SCIENCE.

SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering

eyes.

Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee

wise,

Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

*Private reasons-some of which have reference to the sin of plagiarism, and others to the date of Tennyson's first poems-have induced me, after some hesitation, to republish these, the crude compositions of my earliest boyhood. They are printed verbatim-without alteration from the original edition-the date of which is too remote to be judiciously acknowledged.—E. A. P.

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AL AARAAF.*

PART I.

NOTHING earthly save the ray

-own back from flowers) of Beauty's eye
n those gardens where the day
ngs from the gems of Circassy;-
nothing earthly save the thrill
nelody in woodland rill-
music of the passion-hearted)
s voice so peacefully departed,
, like the murmur in the shell,
-cho dwelleth and will dwell-
othing of the dross of ours-
all the beauty-all the flowers

list our Love, and deck our bowers—
n yon world afar, afar—
wandering star.

was a sweet time for Nesace-for there
world lay lolling on the golden air,
four bright suns- a temporary rest-
basis in desert of the blest.
-y-away-'mid seas of rays that roll
pyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul-

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The soul that scarce (th
Can struggle to its dest
To distant spheres, fron
And late to ours, the fa
But, now, the ruler of a
She throws aside the sc
And, amid incense and
Laves in quadruple ligh

Now happiest, lovelie
Whence sprang the "
birth,

(Falling in wreaths thr
Like woman's hair 'mid
It lit on hills Achaian,
She look'd into Infinity
Rich clouds, for canopie
Fit emblems of the mo
Seen but in beauty-no
Of other beauty glitteri
A wreath that twined e
And all the opal'd air i

star was discovered by Tycho Brahe which apd suddenly in the heavens-attained, in a few days, liancy surpassing that of Jupiter-then as suddenly peared, and has never been seen since.

All hurriedly she kn
Of flowers: of lilies su
On the fair Capo Deuca
So eagerly around abou
Upon the flying footste
Of her † who lov'd a m
The Sephalica, budding
Uprear'd its purple ste

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*On Santa Maura † Sapphio.

The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence-
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favor'd one of God-
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the scepter-leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.

Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth, Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth,

(Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star,
Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar,
It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt),
She look'd into Infinity-and knelt.

Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled-
Fit emblems of the model of her world-
Seen but in beauty-not impeding sight
Of other beauty glittering thro' the light--
A wreath that twined each starry form around,
And all the opal'd air in color bound.

All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed
Of flowers of lilies such as rear'd the head
On the fair Capo Deucato,* and sprang
So eagerly around about to hang

Upon the flying footsteps of-deep pride-
Of her † who lov'd a mortal-and so died.
The Sephalica, budding with young bees,
Uprear'd its purple stem around her knees:

mmy flower,* of Trebizond misnam'dof the highest stars, where erst it sham'd

er loveliness: its honeyed dew

bled nectar that the heathen knew)
usly sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven,
ll on gardens of the unforgiven
bizond-and on a sunny flower
its own above, that, to this hour,
remaineth, torturing the bee
madness, and unwonted reverie:
ven, and all its environs, the leaf
ossom of the fairy plant, in grief
solate linger-grief that hangs her head,
ing follies that full long have fled,
g her white breast to the balmy air,
uilty beauty, chasten'd, and more fair:
thes too, as sacred as the light

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Bursting its odorous hea
Its way to Heaven, from
And Valisnerian lotus*
From struggling with the
And thy most lovely pur
Isola d'oro!-Fior di Le
And the Nelumbo bud
With Indian Cupid dow
Fair flowers, and fairy!
To bear the Goddess'
Heaven: §
"Spirit! that
In the deep sky
The terrible an
In beauty vie!
Beyond the lin
The boundary
Which turneth
Of thy barrier
Of the barrier

rs to perfume, perfuming the night:
ytia † pondering between many a sun,
pettish tears adown her petals run:
hat aspiring flower that sprang on
Earth-

ed, ere scarce exalted into birth,

flower is much noticed by Leuwenhoeck and ort. The bee feeding upon its blossom betoxicated.

a-The Chrysanthemum Peruvianum, or, to emetter-known term, the turnsol-which turns contowards the sun, covers itself, like Peru, the from which it comes, with dewy clouds which refresh its flowers during the most violent heat y.-B. de St. Pierre.

e is cultivated in the king's garden at Paris, a of serpentine aloes without prickles, whose large

and beautiful flower exhales during the time of its expa It does not blow till towar then perceive it gradually o -fade and die.-St. Pierre *There is found, in the Valisnerian kind. Its sten three or four feet-thus pre in the swellings of the rive The hyacinth.

It is a fiction of the I seen floating in one of the and that he still loves the

And golden vials full o of the saints.-Rev. of St.