Idyls and Songs by Francis Turner Palgrave: 1848-1854 |
I. | TO ALFRED TENNYSON,
POET LAUREATE. |
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TO ALFRED TENNYSON, POET LAUREATE.
Your honour'd name, dear Friend, unask'd,
I set before my pages:
While for the grace-conferring theft
Free grace my heart presages.
I set before my pages:
While for the grace-conferring theft
Free grace my heart presages.
Should verse of mine, I oft had thought,
Dare plead for public trial,
No private patron I would seek,
Nor risk a proud denial.
Dare plead for public trial,
No private patron I would seek,
Nor risk a proud denial.
Yet as before th' impartial judge
In open court I venture,
Some natural fears will force their way;
Some dread of sovereign censure.
In open court I venture,
Some natural fears will force their way;
Some dread of sovereign censure.
I turn a suppliant gaze on you:
A judge, if any, royal:
A soul in friendship and in song
Proved pure and brave and loyal.
A judge, if any, royal:
A soul in friendship and in song
Proved pure and brave and loyal.
I seek not your just-balanced praise;
Your arm from foes to shield me:
I hold you judge in last resort,
And to your verdict yield me.
Your arm from foes to shield me:
I hold you judge in last resort,
And to your verdict yield me.
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When to the Gods our prayers we bring,
'Tis with their names we grace them:
I dedicate the songs to you,
As on your knees I place them.
'Tis with their names we grace them:
I dedicate the songs to you,
As on your knees I place them.
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