The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson ... Complete edition from the author's text. Illustrated, etc

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rV I"" THE POETICAL WORKS OF Alfred, Lobd Tennyson (POET LAUREATE). ©omptjetje FROM THE AUTHOR'S TEXT. ILLUSTRATED BY CHURCH, DIELMAN, FREDERICKS, FENN, MURPHY, SCHELL, TAYLOR, AND OTHER EMINENT ARTISTS. NEW YORK: THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. 13 Astoe Place. Copyright, By Thomas Y. Ckowell & Co. 1885. J. S. Cushing & Co., Electrotypers, Boston. Presswork by John Wilson anil Son, University Press, Cambridge. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS DRAWN AND ENGRAVED UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF GEORGE T. ANDREW. Artist Page Portrait of Tennyson, from a Photograph by. . .Mayall Frontispiece. " She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ' " II. Sandham 8 The Deserted House Harry Fenn 18 " Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly " A. Brennan 32 " In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined ".F. S. Church 60 " And Dora took the child and went her way Across the wheat and sat upon a mound ". . . . . .F. Dielman 85 " Babj' fingers, waxen touches, press me from the mother's breast " E. H. Garrett 110 " She lying on her couch alone " W. St. John Harper 115 " Bitterly wept I over the stone " W. L. Taylor 121 " The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leapt up from where she lay " H. Sandham 12-3 " In robe and crown the king stept down, To meet and greet her on her way " W. St. John Harper 130 " Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, 0 sea!

F. B. Schell 135 " And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley " J. Fkancis Murphy . . Z/.ST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Artist Page The Grandmother W. St. John Harper 173 The Northern Farmer Harry Fenn 177 " and Guinevere Stood by th'e castle walls to watch him pass " . ...A. Fredericks 199 " He paused, and in the pause she crept an inch • Nearer, and laid her hands about his feet " A. Fredericks 366 " She rose her height and said : We give you welcome " W. St. John Harper 390 " She is coming, my own, my sweet " W. L. Taylor 455 " There often as he watched or seemed to watch, So still, the golden lizard on him paused" Harry Fenn 474 " Old Yew, which graspest at the stones " Harry Fenn 481 " All night the shining vapor sail, And pass the silent-lighted town" E. H. Garrett 524 " Much suspected of me Nothing proven can be.

Quoth Elizabeth, prisoner " F. T. Merrill 569 *' I have found him, I am happy " F. T. Merrill 645 " he saw His lady with the moonlight on her face " W. L. Taylor 667 Vignette Titles, by Charles Copeland. Miscellaneous Poems 3 Idyls of the King 197 The Princess and Maud 381 Enoch Arden and In Mcmoriam 463 Queen Mary and Harold 525 The Lover's Tale, etc 047 Additional and Discarded Poems • CONTEXTS. PAGE Achilles over the Trench 713 Additional, Occasional and .Discarded Poems 803 Additional Verses to " God Save the Queen" 828 Adeline 23 Alexander. (Early Sonnets.) . ... 28 All Things will Die 4 Araphion 118 Anacreontics 823 Arrival, The. (The Day Dream.) . . .116 "Ask me no more." (Princess.) . . .431 As through the land. (Princess.) . . . 390 Audley Court 87 Aylmer's Field 140 " Babble in Bower."

Part II

There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be. And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

PART I.

On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two ; She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.

Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle embowers The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows," said By the margin, willow-veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd. By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott. The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary,

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. THE LADY OF SHALOTT. The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining, Over tower'd Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, A red-cross knight forever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. And round about the prow she wrote The Ladij of Shalott. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance — With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddleleather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burningflame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white, That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot : And as the boat-head wound along The willowy bills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; ( In burnish'd hooves his war-horse Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out slew the web and floated wide; Tbe mirror erack'd from side to side ; " The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. ( >ut upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Ladt/ of Shalott.