=Principal Poems of Tennyson:= Charge of the Light Brigade, written in 1854; Dora, 1842; The Dying Swan, 1830; Enoch Arden, 1864; Idylls of the King, 1859-1873,--to be read in the following order: The Coming of Arthur; Gareth and Lynette; Geraint and Enid; Merlin and Vivien; Lancelot and Elaine; The Holy Grail; Pelleas and Ettarre; The Last Tournament; Guinevere; The Passing of Arthur;--In Memoriam, 1850 (131 parts); Locksley Hall, 1842; Locksley Hall Sixty Years Afterwards, 1886; Maud, 1855 (3 parts); The Princess, 1847 (7 parts); Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, 1852. DRAMATIC PIECES: Queen Mary, 1875; Harold, 1876; The Cup, 1881; The Falcon, 1882; Becket, 1884; The Foresters: Robin Hood and Maid Marian, 1892. REFERENCES: Stedman's _Victorian Poets_; Van Dyke's _The Poetry of Tennyson_; Taine's _History of English Literature_, vol. IV; Kingsley's _Miscellanies_; Elsdale's _Studies in the Idylls_; Buchanan's _Master Spirits_; Tainsh's _Studies in Tennyson_; Hutton's _Essays_; Chapman's _Companion to In Memoriam_; Walters's _In Tennyson Land_. William Wordsworth. ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. The Child is father{1} of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. I. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled{2} in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. II. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's{3} sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts{4} blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes{5} through the mountains throng; The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,{6} And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity,{7} And with the heart of May{8} Doth every beast keep holiday. Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd-boy! IV.