Against thee, Earl of Leicester. Strike thou home- [Baring his bosom. Here is no let or hindrance to thy weapon Strike home. I will not fight thee. Now s'Death and Hell! POLITIAN. The eyes of the citizens. I'll follow thee Like an avenging spirit I'll follow thee Even unto death. Before those whom thou lovest-- CASTIGLIONE. Now this indeed is just ! Most righteous, and most just, avenging Heaven! [Exit. 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. As in those gardens where the day That list our Love, and deck our bowers- The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace-for there Away-away-'mid seas of rays that roll 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, |