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~*`THE LADY OF SHALOTT`*~{`Illustrated Poem` w/Dedication`}




`THE LADY OF SHALOTT`
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The Lady of Shalott is a magical being who lives alone on an island upstream
from King Arthur's Camelot. Her business is to look at the world
outside her castle window in a mirror, and to weave what she sees into a tapestry.
 She is forbidden by the magic to look at the outside world directly.
 The farmers who live near her island hear her singing and know who she is, but never see her.
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{`My Poem Of This Illustrated Story``}
`follows in the red font 3 stanzas!
...STANZA I...
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LISTEN TO THE SINGING OF A MYSTERY LADY NOT SEEN
HIDDEN WITHIN MAGICAL DESIRES OF HER DREAM
WEAVING INTO TAPESTRY ALL REFLECTIONS OF LIFE
HOPING SOME DAY TO BECOME A KNIGHTS WIFE

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The Lady sees ordinary people, loving couples, and knights in pairs
reflected in her mirror. One day, she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot
 riding alone. Although she knows that it is forbidden,
she looks out the window at him. The mirror shatters, the tapestry flies off
on the wind, and the Lady feels the power of her curse.
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...`STANZA`II`...
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SEEING LOVING COUPLES IN HER MIRROR SO BRIGHT
SHE LONGS FOR A LOVER TO VISIT HER AT NIGHT
SUDDENLY A KNIGHT RIDING ALONE CAPTURES HER EYE
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW SETS HER CURSE TO DIE

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An autumn storm suddenly arises. The lady leaves her castle,
finds a boat, writes her name on it, gets into the boat,
 sets it adrift, and sings her death song as she drifts down the river to Camelot.
The locals find the boat and the body, realize who she is,
and are saddened. Lancelot prays that God will have mercy on her soul.
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Lady of Shalott Pictures, Images and Photos
...`STANZA`III`...
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DRIFTING DOWN RIVER IN SEARCH OF HER KNIGHT
AN AUTUMN STORM BRINGS HER MUCH FRIGHT
TURNING HER SINGING INTO A DEATH SONG SO BOLD
AS KNIGHT LANCELOT PRAYS FOR REDEMPTION OF HER SOUL...
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 **2012*
`Janie/mjfb1954`
`I Know You Will Applaud This Story` Kathy`{sunshine12}
so I Dedicate It To You, My Dear Friend`
'LOL'="Lots Of Love"

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This Story inspired one of Alfred Tennyson's most popular poems:
'THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
The Pre-Raphaelites liked to illustrate it.
Waterhouse made three separate paintings of "The Lady of Shalott".
Agatha Christie wrote a Miss Marple mystery entitled
"The Mirror Crack'd From Side to Side",
which was made into a movie starring Angela Lansbury.
Tirra Lirra by the River, by Australian novelist Jessica Anderson,
is the story of a modern woman's decision to break out of confinement.

"THE ABOVE POEM IS MY ILLUSTRATION OF THIS MYSTERIOUS STORY!


Uploaded by lety3181 on Mar 29, 2011
`Text Lyrics Of Song`
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours 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.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.

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.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to towered Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

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."

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