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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady of Shalott (1832)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PART I<br> On either side the river lie<br> Long fields of barley and of rye,<br> That clothe the wold and meet the sky;<br> And thro' the field the road runs by<br> To many-tower'd Camelot;<br> The yellow-leaved waterlily<br> The green-sheathed daffodilly<br> Tremble in the water chilly<br> Round about Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Willows whiten, aspens shiver.<br> The sunbeam showers break and quiver<br> In the stream that runneth ever<br> By the island in the river<br> Flowing down to Camelot.<br> Four gray walls, and four gray towers<br> Overlook a space of flowers,<br> And the silent isle imbowers<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Underneath the bearded barley,<br> The reaper, reaping late and early,<br> Hears her ever chanting cheerly,<br> Like an angel, singing clearly,<br> O'er the stream of Camelot.<br> Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,<br> Beneath the moon, the reaper weary<br> Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,<br> Lady of Shalott.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The little isle is all inrail'd<br> With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd<br> With roses: by the marge unhail'd<br> The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,<br> Skimming down to Camelot.<br> A pearl garland winds her head:<br> She leaneth on a velvet bed,<br> Full royally apparelled,<br> The Lady of Shalott.<br>PART II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No time hath she to sport and play:<br> A charmed web she weaves alway.<br> A curse is on her, if she stay<br> Her weaving, either night or day,<br> To look down to Camelot.<br> She knows not what the curse may be;<br> Therefore she weaveth steadily,<br> Therefore no other care hath she,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She lives with little joy or fear.<br> Over the water, running near,<br> The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.<br> Before her hangs a mirror clear,<br> Reflecting tower'd Camelot.<br> And as the mazy web she whirls,<br> She sees the surly village churls,<br> And the red cloaks of market girls<br> Pass onward from Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,<br> An abbot on an ambling pad,<br> Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,<br> Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,<br> Goes by to tower'd Camelot:<br> And sometimes thro' the mirror blue<br> The knights come riding two and two:<br> She hath no loyal knight and true,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But in her web she still delights<br> To weave the mirror's magic sights,<br> For often thro' the silent nights<br> A funeral, with plumes and lights<br> And music, came from Camelot:<br> Or when the moon was overhead<br> Came two young lovers lately wed;<br> `I am half sick of shadows,' said<br> The Lady of Shalott.PART III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,<br> He rode between the barley-sheaves,<br> The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,<br> And flam'd upon the brazen greaves<br> Of bold Sir Lancelot.<br> A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd<br> To a lady in his shield,<br> That sparkled on the yellow field,<br> Beside remote Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,<br> Like to some branch of stars we see<br> Hung in the golden Galaxy.<br> The bridle bells rang merrily<br> As he rode down from Camelot:<br> And from his blazon'd baldric slung<br> A mighty silver bugle hung,<br> And as he rode his arm our rung,<br> Beside remote Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All in the blue unclouded weather<br> Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,<br> The helmet and the helmet-feather<br> Burn'd like one burning flame together,<br> As he rode down from Camelot.<br> As often thro' the purple night,<br> Below the starry clusters bright,<br> Some bearded meteor, trailing light,<br> Moves over green Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;<br> On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;<br> From underneath his helmet flow'd<br> His coal-black curls as on he rode,<br> As he rode down from Camelot.<br> From the bank and from the river<br> He flash'd into the crystal mirror,<br> 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'<br> Sang Sir Lancelot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> She left the web, she left the loom<br> She made three paces thro' the room<br> She saw the water-flower bloom,<br> She saw the helmet and the plume,<br> She look'd down to Camelot.<br> Out flew the web and floated wide;<br> The mirror crack'd from side to side;<br> 'The curse is come upon me,' cried<br> The Lady of Shalott.PART IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> In the stormy east-wind straining,<br> The pale yellow woods were waning,<br> The broad stream in his banks complaining,<br> Heavily the low sky raining<br> Over tower'd Camelot;<br> Outside the isle a shallow boat<br> Beneath a willow lay afloat,<br> Below the carven stern she wrote,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,<br> All raimented in snowy white<br> That loosely flew (her zone in sight<br> Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)<br> Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,<br> Though the squally east-wind keenly<br> Blew, with folded arms serenely<br> By the water stood the queenly<br> Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> With a steady stony glance--<br> Like some bold seer in a trance,<br> Beholding all his own mischance,<br> Mute, with a glassy countenance--<br> She look'd down to Camelot.<br> It was the closing of the day:<br> She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;<br> The broad stream bore her far away,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> As when to sailors while they roam,<br> By creeks and outfalls far from home,<br> Rising and dropping with the foam,<br> From dying swans wild warblings come,<br> Blown shoreward; so to Camelot<br> Still as the boathead wound along<br> The willowy hills and fields among,<br> They heard her chanting her deathsong,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,<br> She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,<br> Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,<br> And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,<br> Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:<br> For ere she reach'd upon the tide<br> The first house by the water-side,<br> Singing in her song she died,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Under tower and balcony,<br> By garden wall and gallery,<br> A pale, pale corpse she floated by,<br> Deadcold, between the houses high,<br> Dead into tower'd Camelot.<br> Knight and burgher, lord and dame,<br> To the planked wharfage came:<br> Below the stern they read her name,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,<br> Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.<br> There lay a parchment on her breast,<br> That puzzled more than all the rest,<br> The wellfed wits at Camelot.<br> 'The web was woven curiously,<br> The charm is broken utterly,<br> Draw near and fear not,--this is I,<br> The Lady of Shalott.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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 On either side the river lie
 Long fields of barley and of rye,
 That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
 And thro' the field the road runs by
 To many-tower'd Camelot;
 The yellow-leaved waterlily
 The green-sheathed daffodilly
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