Think of me if you will as the Lady of Shalott... who chooses to watch diligently the bright colours of her Web - to ply an industrious shuttle - to make - something - to close the Shutters and the Peephole too -
- A S Byatt
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
The mirror crack'd from side to side/
"The curse has come upon me," cried/
The Lady of Shalott
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights,
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
- A S Byatt
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
The mirror crack'd from side to side/
"The curse has come upon me," cried/
The Lady of Shalott
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights,
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
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