17 February, 2012
oldbookillustrations:

… And all day long we rode Thro’ the dim land against a rushing wind, That glorious roundel echoing in our ears.
Gustave Doré, from The works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson vol. 4, New York, 1909.
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oldbookillustrations:

… And all day long we rode
Thro’ the dim land against a rushing wind,
That glorious roundel echoing in our ears.

Gustave Doré, from The works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson vol. 4, New York, 1909.

(Source: archive.org)

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