‘A Visit to Farringford’ (1868)

Abstract

A short drive through the narrow winding roads of Freshwater, between stone walls overhung with ivy, or hedges of sweet briar, or a mixture of thorns, eglantine, privet, ivy and all growing things combined, brought us to the simple gate of Farringford—a long winding avenue through fine tall trees led us with many turns to the house of Tennyson—we entered, under the arches of the piazza, covered with ivy and honeysuckles, a simple rambling mansion, plainly furnished but the walls covered with pictures—the whole length of the stair way hung with photographs of places and persons, hung one above the other in rows like steps.

Boston University Studies in English, i (1955) 96–8.