]
[Footnote 41: In 1833 the following stanza,
excised in 1842:--
"Who hath drawn dry the fountains of delight,
That from my deep heart everywhere
Moved in my blood and dwelt, as power and might
Abode in Sampson's hair?
[Footnote 41: In 1833 the following stanza,
excised in 1842:--
"Who hath drawn dry the fountains of delight,
That from my deep heart everywhere
Moved in my blood and dwelt, as power and might
Abode in Sampson's hair?
Tennyson
I sit apart holding no forms of creeds,
But contemplating all. "]
[Footnote 36: 1833. Sometimes. ]
[Footnote 37:
And intellectual throne
Of full-sphered contemplation. So three years
She throve, but on the fourth she fell.
And so the text remained till 1850, when the present
reading was substituted. ]
[Footnote 38: For the reference to Herod see
'Acts' xii. 21-23. ]
[Footnote 39: Cf. Hallam's 'Remains', p.
132: "That, i. e. Redemption," is in the power of God's election with
whom alone rest 'the abysmal secrets of personality'. ]
[Footnote 40:
See 'Daniel' v. 24-27.
]
[Footnote 41: In 1833 the following stanza,
excised in 1842:--
"Who hath drawn dry the fountains of delight,
That from my deep heart everywhere
Moved in my blood and dwelt, as power and might
Abode in Sampson's hair? "]
[Footnote 42: 1833. Downward-sloping. ]
[Footnote 43: 1833.
Or the sound
Of stones.
So till 1851, when "a sound of rocks" was substituted. ]
[Footnote 44: 1833. "Dying the death I die? " Present reading substituted
in 1842. ]
[Footnote 45: Because intellectual and aesthetic pleasures are
'abused' and their purpose and scope mistaken, there is no reason
why they should not be enjoyed. See the allegory in 'In Memoriam',
ciii. , stanzas 12-13. ]
LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE
Though this is placed among the poems published in 1833 it first
appeared in print in 1842. The subsequent alterations were very slight,
and after 1848 none at all were made.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired:
The daughter of a hundred Earls,
You are not one to be desired.