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Unit 30: Tennyson, Arnold and Yeats




                   May she be granted beauty and yet not                                             Notes
                   Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
                   Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
                   Being made beautiful overmuch,
                   Consider beauty a sufficient end,
                   Lose natural kindness and maybe
                   The heart-revealing intimacy
                   That chooses right, and never find a friend.

                   Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
                   And later had much trouble from a fool,
                   While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
                   Being fatherless could have her way
                   Yet chose a bandy-legged smith for man.
                   It’s certain that fine women eat
                   A crazy salad with their meat
                   Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone.

                   In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
                   Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
                   By those that are not entirely beautiful;
                   Yet many, that have played the fool
                   For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise.
                   And many a poor man that has roved,
                   Loved and thought himself beloved,
                   From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

                   May she become a flourishing hidden tree
                   That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
                   And have no business but dispensing round
                   Their magnanimities of sound,
                   Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
                   Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
                   O may she live like some green laurel
                   Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

                   My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
                   The sort of beauty that I have approved,
                   Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
                   Yet knows that to be choked with hate




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