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The Irish Monthly
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NATURE NOTES IN TENNYSON'S POETRY 5'27
and in the same way he has been the first to draw the attention of
thousands to minute facts and processes always open to notice,
but rarely noticed before he wrote. Take the wonderful lines,
easily verified any, hot day in summer by the margin of a still
pool
To-day I saw the dragon fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
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528 THE IRISH MONTHLY
Who does not smell as well as see the twin columns of the sweet
vapour, one on each side of the acolyte, as his censer swings
rhythmically at Benediction?
Then all the sounds of the country are set forth in Tennyson,
sometimes, it is tli-e, with an over-abundance of imitation, where a
mere suggestion would have been better. For instance
Birds in the high Hall-garden
When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
They were crying and calling.
is somewhat too realistic. A lover must have but slender sense of
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NATURE NOTES IN TENNYSON'S POETRY 529
the melody of his lady's name who fancies he hears it in the noisy
cawing of the rooks. But as a rule we find a keen sense of the
beauty of country sounds
Then, while a sweeter music wakes,
And through wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls,
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakies.
Or
She heard her native breezes pass
And runlets babbling down the glen;
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530 THE IRISH MONTHLY
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