Tennyson’s Poetry

by: Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The Lady of Shalott”

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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; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.

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[M]oving 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:

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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.

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Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they cross’d themselves for fear, All the nights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, “She has a lovely face; God in his mercy send her grace, The Lady of Shalott.”