The Lady Of Shalott (1832) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PART IA
On either side the river lieA
Long fields of barley and of ryeA
That clothe the wold and meet the skyA
And thro' the field the road runs byA
To many tower'd CamelotB
The yellow leaved waterlilyA
The green sheathed daffodillyA
Tremble in the water chillyA
Round about ShalottB
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Willows whiten aspens shiverC
The sunbeam showers break and quiverC
In the stream that runneth everC
By the island in the riverC
Flowing down to CamelotB
Four gray walls and four gray towersD
Overlook a space of flowersD
And the silent isle imbowersD
The Lady of ShalottB
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Underneath the bearded barleyA
The reaper reaping late and earlyA
Hears her ever chanting cheerlyA
Like an angel singing clearlyA
O'er the stream of CamelotB
Piling the sheaves in furrows airyA
Beneath the moon the reaper wearyA
Listening whispers ' 'Tis the fairyA
Lady of Shalott '-
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The little isle is all inrail'dB
With a rose fence and overtrail'dB
With roses by the marge unhail'dB
The shallop flitteth silken sail'dB
Skimming down to CamelotB
A pearl garland winds her headB
She leaneth on a velvet bedB
Full royally apparelledB
The Lady of ShalottB
PART IIA
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No time hath she to sport and playA
A charmed web she weaves alwayE
A curse is on her if she stayA
Her weaving either night or dayA
To look down to CamelotB
She knows not what the curse may beA
Therefore she weaveth steadilyA
Therefore no other care hath sheA
The Lady of ShalottB
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She lives with little joy or fearF
Over the water running nearF
The sheepbell tinkles in her earG
Before her hangs a mirror clearF
Reflecting tower'd CamelotB
And as the mazy web she whirlsD
She sees the surly village churlsD
And the red cloaks of market girlsD
Pass onward from ShalottB
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Sometimes a troop of damsels gladB
An abbot on an ambling padB
Sometimes a curly shepherd ladB
Or long hair'd page in crimson cladB
Goes by to tower'd CamelotB
And sometimes thro' the mirror blueA
The knights come riding two and twoA
She hath no loyal knight and trueA
The Lady of ShalottB
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But in her web she still delightsD
To weave the mirror's magic sightsD
For often thro' the silent nightsD
A funeral with plumes and lightsD
And music came from CamelotB
Or when the moon was overheadB
Came two young lovers lately wedB
I am half sick of shadows ' saidB
The Lady of Shalott PART IIIA
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A bow shot from her bower eavesD
He rode between the barley sheavesD
The sun came dazzling thro' the leavesD
And flam'd upon the brazen greavesD
Of bold Sir LancelotB
A red cross knight for ever kneel'dB
To a lady in his shieldB
That sparkled on the yellow fieldB
Beside remote ShalottB
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The gemmy bridle glitter'd freeA
Like to some branch of stars we seeA
Hung in the golden GalaxyA
The bridle bells rang merrilyA
As he rode down from CamelotB
And from his blazon'd baldric slungH
A mighty silver bugle hungH
And as he rode his arm our rungH
Beside remote ShalottB
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All in the blue unclouded weatherC
Thick jewell'd shone the saddle leatherC
The helmet and the helmet featherC
Burn'd like one burning flame togetherC
As he rode down from CamelotB
As often thro' the purple nightB
Below the starry clusters brightB
Some bearded meteor trailing lightB
Moves over green ShalottB
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His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'dB
On burnish'd hooves his war horse trodeB
From underneath his helmet flow'dB
His coal black curls as on he rodeB
As he rode down from CamelotB
From the bank and from the riverC
He flash'd into the crystal mirrorC
'Tirra lirra tirra lirra '-
Sang Sir LancelotB
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She left the web she left the loomI
She made three paces thro' the roomI
She saw the water flower bloomI
She saw the helmet and the plumeI
She look'd down to CamelotB
Out flew the web and floated wideB
The mirror crack'd from side to sideB
'The curse is come upon me ' criedB
The Lady of Shalott PART IVJ
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In the stormy east wind strainingK
The pale yellow woods were waningK
The broad stream in his banks complainingK
Heavily the low sky rainingK
Over tower'd CamelotB
Outside the isle a shallow boatB
Beneath a willow lay afloatB
Below the carven stern she wroteB
The Lady of ShalottB
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A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dightB
All raimented in snowy whiteB
That loosely flew her zone in sightB
Clasp'd with one blinding diamond brightB
Her wide eyes fix'd on CamelotB
Though the squally east wind keenlyA
Blew with folded arms serenelyA
By the water stood the queenlyA
Lady of ShalottB
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With a steady stony glanceD
Like some bold seer in a tranceD
Beholding all his own mischanceD
Mute with a glassy countenanceD
She look'd down to CamelotB
It was the closing of the dayB
She loos'd the chain and down she layB
The broad stream bore her far awayB
The Lady of ShalottB
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As when to sailors while they roamL
By creeks and outfalls far from homeL
Rising and dropping with the foamL
From dying swans wild warblings comeM
Blown shoreward so to CamelotB
Still as the boathead wound alongN
The willowy hills and fields amongH
They heard her chanting her deathsongH
The Lady of ShalottB
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A longdrawn carol mournful holyA
She chanted loudly chanted lowlyA
Till her eyes were darken'd whollyA
And her smooth face sharpen'd slowlyA
Turn'd to tower'd CamelotB
For ere she reach'd upon the tideB
The first house by the water sideB
Singing in her song she diedB
The Lady of ShalottB
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Under tower and balconyA
By garden wall and galleryA
A pale pale corpse she floated byA
Deadcold between the houses highA
Dead into tower'd CamelotB
Knight and burgher lord and dameO
To the planked wharfage cameO
Below the stern they read her nameO
The Lady of ShalottB
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They cross'd themselves their stars they blestB
Knight minstrel abbot squire and guestB
There lay a parchment on her breastB
That puzzled more than all the restB
The wellfed wits at CamelotB
'The web was woven curiouslyA
The charm is broken utterlyA
Draw near and fear not this is IA
The Lady of Shalott '-

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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