Summary Display caption. Terry Riggs February Display caption The Lady of Shalott is a poem by Alfred Tennyson, written 50 years before Waterhouse painted this picture. Film and audio. Look Closer. Tate Etc. You might like Left Right.
John William Waterhouse Saint Eulalia exhibited John William Waterhouse Consulting the Oracle Marcus Stone Il y en a toujours un autre Antonio Mancini Self-Portrait c. View by appointment. What will happen to her if she abandons her weaving and gazes upon the world, or joins it, she does not know. To avoid provoking fate, she weaves on. The Lady of Shalott has no knight to call her own. Her only pleasure is to weave into her web the scenes she sees.
At night, she sometimes sees the end of life, a candlelit funeral; and sometimes the beginning of life, newlyweds under a bright moon. One day, just an arrow shot away, Sir Lancelot rides by, the sunlight glinting off his greaves.
On his resplendent shield, a knight kneels to a lady. Lancelot's armor and his steed's bridle bells ring as he rides, and his helmet and the jewels of his saddle burn bright like the stars of the night or a meteor blazing forth. As he rides on to Camelot, his black curls flowing from beneath his helmet, he sings a song.
Immediately, the lady abandons her weaving and stands at the window, looking toward Camelot and the horseman riding toward it. The mirror cracks. The curse takes hold. The lady goes outside, finds a boat, writes her name on it, and lies down in it, allowing the current to take her down toward Camelot.
By and by, her blood freezes and her eyes darken. By the time she reaches Camelot, she is dead. The cheerful sounds of Camelot stop, and the knights of the realm make the sign of the cross. Part 1. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold 1 and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Four gray walls, and four gray towers, By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd Or at the casement 4 seen her stand?
Only reapers , 5 reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly Part 2. 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 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 thro' 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 Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, Part 3.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves , 10 He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, A redcross knight 12 for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, The gemmy 13 bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle-bells rang merrily Thus, she concentrates solely on her weaving, never lifting her eyes.
However, as she weaves, a mirror hangs before her. Occasionally, she also sees a group of damsels, an abbot church official , a young shepherd, or a page dressed in crimson. She sometimes sights a pair of knights riding by, though she has no loyal knight of her own to court her. Nonetheless, she enjoys her solitary weaving, though she expresses frustration with the world of shadows when she glimpses a funeral procession or a pair of newlyweds in the mirror.
The knight hangs a bugle from his sash, and his armor makes ringing noises as he gallops alongside the remote island of Shalott. His forehead glows in the sunlight, and his black curly hair flows out from under his helmet. SparkTeach Teacher's Handbook. Themes Motifs Symbols.
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