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Adown the Tigris I was borne, 
By Bagdat’s shrines of fretted gold.
(Recollections of the Arabian Nights)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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Adown the Tigris I was borne,
By Bagdat’s shrines of fretted gold.
(Recollections of the Arabian Nights)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 29, 2014
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The splendor falls on castle walls 
And snowy summits old in story.
(Bugle Song)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story.

(Bugle Song)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 29, 2014
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With one black shadow at its feet, 
The house thro’ all the level shines, 
Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines: (Mariana in the South )

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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With one black shadow at its feet,
The house thro’ all the level shines,
Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines:

(Mariana in the South )

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 29, 2014
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In the afternoon they came unto a land 
In which it seemed always afternoon.(The lotus-eaters)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.

(The lotus-eaters)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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Sweet and low, sweet and low, 
Wind of the western sea, 
Low, low, breathe and blow, 
Wind of the western sea! (Enoch Arden)


William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!

(Enoch Arden)


William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder’d church.(Enoch Arden)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

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Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder’d church.
(Enoch Arden)

William Goodrich Beal, from A souvenir of Alfred Tennyson, Boston, 1891.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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So Enid took his charger to the stall.

Henry Sandham, from The idylls of the king (in shorthand), by  Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Montreal, 1889.

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So Enid took his charger to the stall.

Henry Sandham, from The idylls of the king (in shorthand), by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Montreal, 1889.

(Source: archive.org)

Saturday, April 12, 2014
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Beheld the long street of a little town.

Henry Sandham, from The idylls of the king (in shorthand), by  Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Montreal, 1889.

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Beheld the long street of a little town.

Henry Sandham, from The idylls of the king (in shorthand), by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Montreal, 1889.

(Source: archive.org)

Saturday, April 12, 2014