Private reasons-some of which have reference to the sin of plagiarism, and others to the date of Tennyson's first poems-have induced me, after some hesitation, to republish these, the crude compositions of my earliest boyhood. They are printed verbatim -without alteration from the original edition *— the date of which is too remote to be judiciously acknowledged. E. A. P. *This statement is incorrect.-ED. SONNET TO SCIENCE. SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? AL AARAAF.* PART I. OH! nothing earthly save the ray Or (music of the passion-hearted) That list our Love, and deck our bowers * A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe which appeared suddenly in the heavens-attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter-then as suddenly disappeared, and has never been seen since. Adorn yon world afar, afar— The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace-for there Her world lay lolling on the golden air, To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode, Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth, Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth. (Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star, Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar, |