Their beds are made in swelling turf [image 386x500 pixels]

Their beds are made in swelling turfdetails

Image title:	Their beds are made in swelling turf
Source:	Dalziel, the Brothers: “A Record of Fifty Years’ Work” (1901)
Place shown:	none
Keywords:	grief, graveyards, tombs, snow, people, mourning, greyscale
Status:	out of copyright (called public domain in the USA), hence royalty-free stock image for all purposes usage credit requested Please do not redistribute without permission, since running this site is expensive.

	A child, a girl in a long billowy dress perhaps, kneels in a graveyard in the winter snow, perhaps in moonlight. She holds a shovel, covering a grave perhaps. She is grieving. The engraving is signed Dalziel, and also, in the bottom right corner, has the monogram “AFS” for Alfred Frederick Sandys. ‘My father and my mother And my sisters four— Their beds are made in swelling turf, Fronting the westen door.’ ‘Child, if thou speak to them, They will not answer thee; They are deep down in the earth— Thy face they cannot see.’ “The Little Mourner.”—Dean Alford. From “English Sacred Poetry.” by Frederick Sandys. (p. 173)
Dimensions:	107 x 140mm (4.2 x 5.5 inches)
Filename:	173-their-beds-are-made-in-swelling-turf-q75-386x500.jpg
Blog image:	http://fromoldbooks.org/r/r/173-their-beds-are-made-in-swelling-turf-q75-386x500.jpg
Blog link:	http://fromoldbooks.org/r/r/pages/173-their-beds-are-made-in-swelling-turf/
Engraver:	Dalziel
Artist:	Anthony Frederic Augustus Sandys (1829 – 1904)
Scanner dpi:	2400
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Image title:

Their beds are made in swelling turf

Source:

Dalziel, the Brothers: “A Record of Fifty Years’ Work” (1901)

Place shown:

none

Keywords:

grief, graveyards, tombs, snow, people, mourning, greyscale

Status:

out of copyright (called public domain in the USA), hence royalty-free stock image for all purposes usage credit requested
Please do not redistribute without permission, since running this site is expensive.

A child, a girl in a long billowy dress perhaps, kneels in a graveyard in the winter snow, perhaps in moonlight. She holds a shovel, covering a grave perhaps. She is grieving.

The engraving is signed Dalziel, and also, in the bottom right corner, has the monogram “AFS” for Alfred Frederick Sandys.

‘My father and my mother
And my sisters four—
Their beds are made in swelling turf,
Fronting the westen door.’
   
‘Child, if thou speak to them,
They will not answer thee;
They are deep down in the earth—
Thy face they cannot see.’