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Lady Clare

Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 1809-1892

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Lady Clare

by Alfred Tennyson

22 illustrations by Alfred Fredericks,
Granville Perkins,
Frederic B. Schell,
Edmund H. Garrett,
F. S. Church
and Harry Fenn

[Transcriber's Note: these illustrations are available in the
HTML format of this file, ldycl10h.zip]


List of illustrations:

Lady Clare, by Alfred Fredericks

Lady Clare, by Alfred Fredericks

Headpiece, by Edmund H. Garrett

Vignette, by Edmund H. Garrett

"It was the time when lilies blow", by Frederic B. Schnell

"Lily-white doe", by Frederic B. Schnell

"I trow they did not part in scorn", by Alfred Fredericks

"He does not love me for my birth", by Frederic B. Schnell

"In came old Alice the nurse", by Alfred Fredericks

"'Oh, God be thanked!' said Alice the nurse", by Granville Perkins

"Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse", by Alfred Fredericks

"Falsely, falsely have ye done", by Frederic B. Schnell

"'If I'm a beggar born,' she said", by Alfred Fredericks

"'Nay now, my child.' said Alice the nurse", by Granville Perkins

"Yet give one kiss to your mother, dear!", by Alfred Fredericks

"She clad herself in a russet gown", by Alfred Fredericks

"The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought", by F. S. Church

"Down stepped Lord Ronald from his tower", by Granville Perkins

"If I come dressed like a village maid", by Alfred Fredericks

"'Play me no tricks,' said Lord Ronald", by Edmund H. Garrett

"Oh, and proudly stood she up", by Harry Fenn

"He laughed a laugh of merry score", by Alfred Fredericks

"If you are not the heiress born", by Edmund H. Garrett




Lady Clare

It was the time when lilies blow,
And clouds are highest up in air.
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

I trow they did not part in scorn:
Lovers long betrothed were they;
They two will wed the morrow morn;
God's blessing on the day!

"He does not love me for my birth
Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
He loves me for my own true worth,
And that is well," said Lady Clare.

In there came old Alice the nurse,
Said, "Who was this that went from thee?"
"It was my cousin," said Lady Clare;
"To-morrow he weds with me."

"Oh, God be thanked!" said Alice the nurse,
"That all comes round so just and fair:
Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands,
And you are not the Lady Clare."

"Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse,"
Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?"

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