verses where the ancient quarrel between philosophy and poetry seems to be reconciled by the influence of the Muse and the help of her Lusitanian servant:—
This earth is rich in man and maid;
With fair horizons bound:
This whole wide earth of light and shade
Comes out a perfect round.
High over roaring Temple-bar,
And set in Heaven's third story,
I look at all things as they are,
But thro' a kind of glory.
The new varieties of rhyme invented for The Daisy and the poem addressed to F. D. Maurice are among the most delightful things of this sort in the language, and the beauty of Tennyson's art would suffer wrong if these were not remembered:—
I climb'd the roofs at break of day,
Sun-smitten Alps before me lay;
I stood among the silent statues
And statued pinnacles, mute as they.
How faintly-flush'd, how phantom-fair,
Was Monte Rosa, hanging there
A thousand shadowy-pencill'd valleys
And snowy dells in a golden air.
