Tennyson
This is a really beautiful volume of the poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson. The book was published in 1911 by Macmillan & Co and is a small octavo with lovely polished navy blue leather boards. There is gilt decorative rule to the board edges and to the spine. The title is in gilt lettering inside a red panel between the five raised bands to the spine. The page edges are marbled as are the eps and there is dentelle to the board fore-edges. Inside, there is a frontispiece portrait of Tennyson with tissue guard.
You couldn't ask for a nicer volume to hold while you read through The Lady of Shalott or peruse Enoch Arden or memorise Morte d'Arthur.
Break, break, break,
On they cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Break, break, break,
At teh foot of they crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
will never come back to me.
(Apologies for missing two verses)
