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Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered


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                                                                                  LORD  TENNYSON.

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                                                                        In the full light of the white plenilune,
                                                                         The Poet passed away;
                                                                        Listening to spheric music, in  the swoon
                                                                         Of mortal life's decay.
                                                                       Nor now for him the worship of the crowd,
                                                                         But heaven's mystic light ;
                                                                       Nor now for him the gold-god of the proud,
                                                                         But th' eternal night.
                                                                       The night that may break into azure life,
                                                                         The life guessed, but unknown ;
                                                                       Far from the whirl of earth and its vain strife,
                                                                         'Vithin th' immortal zone.
                                                                       Is  there  a  thought  of evil  in  the  heart,
                                                                         Breathe  it not  o'er this grave.
                                                                       He gave to  all  the  world  his  better part,
                      1ln  ail11mttttll  uf                              Yet  still  was  not  its slave.
                                                                       Slave?  No!  but,  guided  by  the gift  divine,
           ALFRED,  LORD  TENNYSON                                     Not Poverty's grim  shroud  IJ!ade  song supine, .
                                                                         He  rose  above  the  world:
                                                        '                'Twas  not in chaos  hurl'd.
                THF,  RNGJ,ISH  THEOCRITUS,
                                                                       Not  in  the  slough  a  Chatterton  once  found,
            Bor n,  Aug.  5th,  1809- Died,  7th  Oct.,  1892.           With  song-gift  as  sublime:
                                                                       Not in  the  chains  that  gyved  a  Burns  to ground,
                                                                         Below  avenging Time.
                                                                       Now  all the idle vampires  of the State
                                                                        Make  Fashion  fill  his  fame.
                                                                       H e  only lives and is  supremely  great,
                                                                        'Who lives 'yond praise or blame.
                                                                       As when the red sun sets upon the -shore,
                                                                        His life has set,-is won !
                                                                       The music  of his  soul  for  evermore
                                                                        ' Ve  hear  beyond  the  sun.
                                                                                      ERNEST  STAVELEV  STERNE.
                                                              Ent.  Sta.  Hall.)                         [ONE  PENNY
                                                                Published and Printed by STERNE &  Co., Red I.ion Court, Fleet Street, E.C.
                                           In Memory of Lord Tennyson :J





                                     A one penny leaflet with an  in  memoriam
                                        poem  by  Ernest Staveley Sterne
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