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The Lady of Shalott is the poem that Anne is heard reciting at the beginning of Anne of Green Gables. In the movie the verses are scambled roughly a little bit so if you think the poem below is wrong, it really is correct!The Lady of Shalott
by Alfred Lord TennysonPart IWillows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezesdusk and shiver Thturbulent the wave that runs forever By theisland also in the river Flowing dvery own to Camelot.Four gray wall surfaces, and also four gray towers, Overlook a room offlowers, And the silent isle embowers, TheLady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veiled, Slide the heavybarges trailed By sluggish horses; and also unhailed The shallopflitteth silken-cruised Skimming dvery own toCamelot: But that hath seen her wave her hand? Or at thecasement watched her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping at an early stage In among the beardedbarley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river windingplainly, Down to towered Camelot: And bythe moon the reaping machine weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy.Listening, whispers ""Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Part IIThere she weaves by night and also day A magic webvia colors gay. She has actually heard a whisper say, A curse is onher is she remain To look down to Camelot. Sheknows not what the curse might be, And so she weaveth steadily,And little bit over treatment hath she, The Lady ofShalott. And moving via a mirror clear That hangsbefore her all the year, Shadows of the human being appear. Thereshe sees the highmethod near Winding down toCamelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surlyvillage churls, And the red cloaks of sector girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on anambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hairedpage in crimkid clad, Goes by to toweredCamelot; And sometimes with the mirror blue The knightscome riding two and also two: She hath no loyal knight and also true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave themirror"s magic sights, For regularly via the silent nights Afuneral, through plumes and also lights And music,visited Camelot; Or once the moon was overhead Came two younglovers lately wed: "I am half sick of shadows,"shelp The Lady of Shalott Part IIIA bowswarm from her bower eaves, He rode betweenthe barley sheaves, The sunlight came dazzling via the leaves,And flamed upon the brazzen greaves Ofbold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To alady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow area, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glittered free, Like to somebranch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridlebells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot;And from his blazoned baldric slung A mighty silver buglehung, And as he rode his armor rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jeweledshone the saddle leather, The helmet and also the helmet featherBurned choose one burning flame together, Ashe rode dvery own to Camelot; As often via the purple night,Below the starry clusters bbest, Some bearded meteor,trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His wide clear brow in sunlight glowed; Onburniburned hooves his war steed trode; From underneath his helmetflowed His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the financial institution and also from the river Heflamelted right into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra", by theriver Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the impend, She madethree paces with the room, She saw the helmet and the plume,--She looked dvery own to Camelot. Out flew the internet and also floatedwide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curseis come upon me," cried The Lady ofShalott. Part IVIn the stormy east wind strainging, The paleyellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his bankscomplaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and also uncovered a watercraft Beneatha willow left afloat, And round about the prow she created The Lady of Shalott. And down the river"s dim expanse Like some boldseër in a trance, Seeing all his own misopportunity - With aglassy countenance Did she look to Camelot.And at the cshedding of the day She loosed the chain, and also downshe lay; The wide stream bore her far ameans, The Lady of Shalott. Lying robed in snowy white That loosely flew toleft and best - The leaves upon her falling light - Throughthe noises of the night She floated dvery own toCamelot: And as the boathead wound along The willowy hillsand also 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 progressively, And her eyeswere darkened wholly, Turned to toweredCamelot. For ere she reached upon the tide The first residence bythe waterside, Singing in her song she passed away, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and also balcony, By garden wall andgallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale betweenthe homes high, Silent right into Camelot. Outupon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and also dame,And round the prow they check out her name, TheLady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lightedpalace close to Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossedthemselves for are afraid, All the knights atCamelot: But Lancelot msupplied a tiny space; He said, "Shehas actually a lovely face; God in his mercy lfinish her grace, The Lady of Shalott." Two other poems were recited in Anne of Eco-friendly Gables. Miss Evans recited The Wreck of Hesperus and also Anne recited The Highwaymale.The Highwaymanby Alfred Noyes The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwaymale came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayguy came riding, as much as the old inn-door. II He"d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brvery own doe-skin; They fitted via never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode through a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled skies. III Over the cobbles he clattered and also claburned in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped through his whip on the shutters, however all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the home window, and also who need to be waiting tright here But the landlord"s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord"s daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her lengthy babsence hair. IV And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Wbelow Tim the ostler listened; his confront was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair prefer mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord"s daughter, The landlord"s red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and also he heard the robber say— V "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I"m after a prize to-night, But I shall be earlier through the yellow gold prior to the morning light; Yet, if they push me sharply, and also harry me via the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I"ll concerned thee by moonlight, though hell have to bar the means." VI He rose upappropriate in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i" the casement! His face burnt choose a brand As the babsence cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped amethod to the West. PART TWO I He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o" the tawny sunset, before the increase o" the moon, When the road was a gypsy"s ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching— King George"s males came corresponding, approximately the old inn-door. II They sassist no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and also bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! Tbelow was fatality at eexceptionally window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess might see, with her casement, the road that he would ride. III They had actually tied her up to attention, with many type of a sniggering jest; They had bound a musket beside her, via the barrel beneath her breast! "Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead guy say— Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I"ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell need to bar the way! IV She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They extended and also strained in the darkness, and also the hours crawled by prefer years, Till, currently, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The reminder of one finger touched it! The trigger at leastern was hers! V The pointer of one finger touched it; she strove no even more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, via the barrel beneath her breastern, She would not risk their hearing; she would certainly not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and also bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love"s refrain . VI Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still! VII Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was favor a light! Her eyes prospered wide for a moment; she attracted one last deep breath, Then her finger relocated in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breastern in the moonlight and warned him—with her death. VIII He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not recognize that stood Bowed, with her head o"er the musket, drenched through her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his challenge flourished grey to hear How Bess, the landlord"s daughter, The landlord"s black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and also died in the darkness tright here. IX Back, he spurred like a madmale, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking cigarettes behind him and his rapier brandiburned high! Blood-red were his spurs i" the gold noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they swarm him down on the highway, Dvery own choose a dog on the highmethod, And he lay in his blood on the highmethod, with the bunch of lace at his throat. X And still of a winter"s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding— Riding—riding— A highwayguy comes riding, as much as the old inn-door.

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XI Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard; He taps through his whip on the shutters, however all is locked and also barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and also who must be waiting tright here But the landlord"s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord"s daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her lengthy babsence hair. The Wreck of the Hesperusby Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt was the schooner Hesperus,That cruised the wintery sea;And the skipper had taken his little bit daughter,To bear him agency.Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,Her cheeks choose the dawn of day,And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,That ope in the month of May.The Skipper he stood alongside the helm,His pipe remained in his mouth,And he watched exactly how the veering fregulation did blowThe smoke currently West, now South.Then up and spake an old Seafarer,Had sailed the Spanish Main,"I pray thee, put into yonder port,for I are afraid a hurricane."Last night the moon had actually a gold ring,And to-night no moon we see!"The skipper, he blew whiff from his pipe,And a scornful laugh laughed he.Colder and also louder blew the wind,A gale from the Northeast,The snow dropped hissing in the brine,And the billows frothed like yeastern.Dvery own came the storm, and smote amainThe vessel in its strength;She shuddered and paoffered, prefer a frighted steed,Then leaped her cable"s length."Come hither! come hither! my bit daughter,And carry out not tremble so;For I can weather the roughest galeThat ever wind did blow."He wrapped her warmth in his seaman"s coatAgainst the stinging blast;He reduced a rope from a broken spar,And bound her to the mast."O father! I hear the church bells ring,Oh, say, what may it be?""Tis a fog-bell on a rock bound coast!" --And he steered for the open up sea."O father! I hear the sound of guns;Oh, say, what might it be?"Some ship in distress, that cannot liveIn such an angry sea!""O father! I check out a gleaming light.Oh say, what might it be?"But the father answered never a word,A frozen corpse was he.Lashed to the helm, all stiff and also stark,With his face turned to the skies,The lantern gleamed with the gleaming snowOn his resolved and also glassy eyes.Then the maiden clasped her hands and also prayedThat saved she can be;And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,On the Lake of Galilee.And rapid via the midnight dark and drear,Through the whistling sleet and snow,Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel sweptTow"rds the reef of Norman"s Woe.And ever the fitful gusts betweenA sound came from the land;It was the sound of the trampling surf,On the rocks and also hard sea-sand also.The breakers were right beneath her bows,She drifted a dreary wreck,And a whooping billow brushed up the crewLike icicles from her deck.She struck wbelow the white and fleecy wavesLooked soft as carded wool,But the cruel rocks, they gored her sideLike the horns of an angry bull.Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,With the masts went by the board;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and also sank,Ho! ho! the breakers roared!At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,A fishermale stood aghast,To see the develop of a maiden fair,Laburned close to a drifting mast.The salt sea was frozen on her breast,The salt tears in her eyes;And he saw her hair, favor the brown sea-weed,On the billows autumn and rise.Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,In the midnight and also the snow!Christ conserve us all from a fatality like this,On the reef of Norman"s Woe!Anne Hop...AddressesAnne ToonAudiobooksAvatarsAwardsBBC"s AvonleaBirthdaysBook CoversBooksCastDouble IdentityE-cardsFavorite QuotesLady of ShallotMemorabeliaMovie CoversPhotosPollsProp DoublesReviews and also ThoughtsSheet MusicSoundtracksWallpapersWord SearchesBack to Anne Page© Avonlea Vignettes