John Tenniel - Works

Works

Illustrated by Tenniel:

  • Juvenile Verse and Picture Book, (1846)
  • Undine (1846)
  • Aesop's Fables, 100 drawings (1848)
  • Blair's Grave (1858)
  • Shirley Brooks' The Gordian Knot (1860)
  • Shirley Brooks' The Silver Cord (1861)
  • Moore's Lalla Rookh, 69 drawings (1861)
  • Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1866)
  • The Mirage of Life, 1867
  • Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass (1870)
  • Lewis Carroll's The Nursery "Alice" (1890)

Illustrated by Tenniel in collaboration:

  • Pollok's Course of Time (1857)
  • Poets of the Nineteenth Century (1857)
  • Poe's Works (1857)
  • Home Affections (1858)
  • Cholmondeley Pennell's Puck on Pegasus (1863)
  • The Arabian Nights (1863)
  • English Sacred Poetry (1864)
  • Legends and Lyrics (1865)
  • Tupper's Proverbial Philosophy
  • Barry Cornwall's Poems, and other books

He also contributed to Once a Week, the Art Union publications, etc.

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