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Title: Beauties of Tennyson

Author: Alfred Tennyson

Illustrator: Frederic B. Schell

Release Date: November 23, 2007 [EBook #23597]

Language: English

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BEAUTIES

OF

TENNYSON.

20 ILLUSTRATIONS BY

FREDERIC B. SCHELL.

PORTER & COATES,
PHILADELPHIA.

[Illustration: LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE.]

Copyright,
1885,
By Porter & Coates.

* * * * *

BEAUTIES OF TENNYSON.

THE BROOK.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

* * *

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

* * *

And here and there a foamy lake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

[Illustration: "I CHATTER OVER STONY WAYS, IN LITTLE SHARPS AND
TREBLES."]

SONG FROM "MAUD."

See what a lovely shell,
Small and pure as a pearl,
Lying close to my foot,
Frail, but a work divine,
Made so fairily well
With delicate spire and whorl,
How exquisitely minute,
A miracle of design!

What is it? a learned man
Could give it a clumsy name.
Let him name it who can,
The beauty would be the same.

The tiny cell is forlorn,