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 Landscape illustrations 
 
 TO 
 
 THE POEMS 
 
 OF 
 
 Alfred Lord Tennyson 
 
 FORTY-NINE PHOTOGRAPHS 
 From Original Draii:iiigs by English Artists 
 
 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
 
 COPYRIGHT AND PUBLISHED BY 
 
 ESTES AND LAURIAT 
 
 BOSTON, U.S.A. 
 1892 
 
 ENTERED AT STATIONERS' HAI.I 
 

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" Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm, 
 And in thcxhasm are foam and yellow sands. 
 
 ' — Enoch Anlen. 
 
" 1 turn to gc) : my feet arc set 
 
 To leave the pleasant fields and farms; 
 Tliey mis in one another's arms 
 r.i line pure image of regret." 
 
 — In Mcmoriam. 
 
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 ' An English home —grey twilight pourM 
 On dew)' pastures, dewy trees, 
 Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, 
 A haunt of ancient Peace." 
 
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 " and, dcw'd with showery drops, 
 Up-cluml) the shailowy pine above the woven copse." 
 
 — The Ix/los-Ealeii 
 
' Arise, and let us wander forth, 
 To yon old mill across the wolds, 
 Kor look, the sunset, south and north. 
 Winds all the vale in rosy folds." 
 
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 "The lanes, you know, were white with May." 
 
 — 7'ie Afillers Daiif^hter. 
 
' ' Tis the place, and all aruund it, as of old, the curlews call. 
 
 Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over I.ockslcy Hall: 
 I.ocksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, 
 And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts." 
 
' From the dark fen the oxen's low 
 Came to her:" 
 
 — Mariana. 
 
' Hard by a poplar shook alway, 
 
 All silver-green with gnarled bark 
 For leagues no other tree did mark 
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 " A garden bower'd close 
 With plaited alleys of the trailing rose, 
 Long alleys falling duvvn to twilight grots." 
 
 — Oi/( to Mtiiiory. 
 
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 " The brook that loves 
 To dimple in the dark of rushy coves. 
 Drawing into its narrow earthen urn." 
 
 — OJe to Mtmory. 
 
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 ' Where from the frequent liriilge, 
 
 Like emblems of infinity, 
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