Excerpt from A Tennyson Pilgrimage and Tennyson, the ImperialistOf ours, the saxo-norman race, And in the world the noblest place, Madam, is yours, our Queen and Head.Your name is blown on every wind, Your ¿ag thro' Austral ice is borne, And glimmers to the Northern morn And ¿oats in either golden Ind.I give this faulty book to you, For, tho' the faults be thick as dust In vacant chambers, I can trust Your woman's nature kind and true.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.