Till thou was't bred! O fetlocks, neater far Than many a woman's ankles! O grand hocks That faltered feebly on that fatal day!" * * * * * Yet, Goanveer, I bid thee now good-bye, And leave thee, feeling yet a love for thee, As one who first my racing instinct stirred, As one who taught me to abjure the turf. Hereafter we may meet--I cannot tell; Thy future may be happy--so I wish. But this I pray, on no account henceforth Make mixture of your water--drink it neat; I charge thee this. And now I must go hence; Through the thick night I hear the whistle blow That tells me that my 'special' waits to start. Thou wilt stay here awhile, so be at rest; But hither shall I never come again, Or ever pat thy neck, or see thee more. Good-bye!" On the occasion of the arrival of the Princess Alexandra from Denmark in March, 1863, Tennyson wrote:-- A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA. SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet! Scatter the blossom under her feet! * * * * * For Saxon or Dane or Norman we, Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be, We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, Alexandra! In 1869, Ismail Pasha, the Viceroy of Egypt, visited this country, and the following kindly welcome appeared in _The Tomahawk_ of July 10, 1869:-- BRITANNIA'S WELCOME TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS STRANGER. PLAGUE of Egypt, from over the sea, Ismail Pasha! Viceroy, Khidevé, or whatever you be, Jacksons, O'Tooles, and McStunners are we, But all John Bulls in our welcome of thee, Ismail Pasha!