The Lady of Shalott (1832)
“Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.”
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
Context: p>Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right —
The leaves upon her falling light —
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
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 tower'd 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.</p
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Has chanted out her last and dying song,
Lies, loved by him.”
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Lei nel partir, lei nel tornar del Sole
Chiama con voce stanca, e prega, e plora.
Canto XII, stanza 90 (tr. Fairfax)
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“You could see there was blood coming out of her eyes, blood coming out of her wherever.”
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