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TENNYSONIANA.

now proceed to lay before the reader, leaving him to verify them and to draw his own conclusions on the matter.

Shakespeare.

"Only herald to the gaudy spring."Sonnet 1. 
"Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.' So should my papers yellow'd with their age Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song:"Sonnet 17. 
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