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The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves,
--Alfred Tennyson 'The Lady of Shalott.'
The picture is of Rosa 'Lady of Shalott’, bred by David Austin (2009). The sunlit flowers away were glittering through the leaves just like the gemmed arms of the knight passing beside the lady in the shade.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.
From The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In the poem The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Lord Tennyson a woman is imprisoned in a tower on the island of Shalott by a curse on her if she looks directly at the nearby town of Camelot. She happily spends her days weaving a web and watching the comings and goings of Camelot in a mirror. One day she sees a Knight leave the town and she is drawn to the window to see him directly but the curse causes her weaving to fly from the window and the mirror to crack. The curse takes effect and she dies in a boat as she floats into Camelot.
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The original was painted by John William Waterhouse in 1880 and hangs at the Tate. This is a reproduction by Douglas MacRae, a Toronto painter and photographer who recreated it as a mural for the Liberty Grand at Exhibition Place, Toronto. The Lady of Shalott is a lyrical ballad by the English poet Alfred Tennyson, which tells the tragic story of Elaine of Astolat, a young noblewoman stranded in a tower up the river from Camelot. The mural is in an arch above the main door. I have focused on the main section, adding brushwork texture to eliminate the glare of overhead lamps.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The Curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
Ispirandomi alle foto di Bev e ai dipinti Preraffaelliti.
From a turret of the Fisherman's Bastion, Budapest.
No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be;
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.
This photo was done in a setting I have used before but I wanted a "do-over." With my model braving the cold and the mud we ended up with this image that I'm quite happy with. It somehow reminded me of Tennyson's poem The Lady of Shalott. The story of a woman living by herself on the island of Shalott under a curse. When she finally leaves the island (thus breaking the curse) to venture down the river to Camelot she meets a tragic end. Not a very uplifting poem but I hope you at least enjoy the photograph! Hope everyone is having a happy Easter!
model: Ashley Perkins
Two fading blooms from the rose The Lady of Shalott.
Sony A6500 + SMC Pentax-M 50mm f2 - Exposure 0.5sec @f8
365/265 - Year 10 Photo 3552
Mixed Media (Watercolor, gouache, graphite and colored pencil) on board,
9 x 12
2009
Model: Adhara Batul
Illustration for a brief moment in the Tennyson's poem "The Lady of Shalott".
Lady of Shalott sculpture by Anwick Forge in between Bardney and Fiskerton Riding along the Water Railway Cycle Path in West Lindsey, Lincolnshire. The path runs on the former Lincolnshire Loop Line Railway line between Lincoln and Boston in Lincolnshire.
Anwick Forge designed and produced the sheaves of barley that form this 4.5m high elegant and imposing staggered arch from tapered and curved mild steel tubing. The very contemporary bright matt silver finish was achieved by dipping the piece in molten zinc, which will soften – or even ‘ripen’ – subtly and attractively over time to an attractive dove-grey.
The Lincolnshire Loop Line was a 58-mile (93 km) double track railway built by the Great Northern Railway, that linked Peterborough to Lincoln via Spalding and Boston.
The Lincolnshire Loop Line was authorised on 26 June 1846 as part of the London and York Railway bill. The then renamed Great Northern Railway purchased the Witham Navigation and all navigation rights the same year and began construction of the new line, partly alongside it in 1847. The line opened in 1848 and was for a short period the main route to the north and Scotland until the main line from Peterborough to Doncaster. Closure came in sections, with the first being Woodhall Junction to Boston which closed to passengers and goods on 17 June 1963.
The line from Lincoln to Boston was known as the Witham loop because it followed the course of the River Witham passing through Washingborough, Five Mile House, Bardney, Southrey, Stixwould, Tattershall, Dogdyke, and Langrick. The line from Boston to Spalding passed through three intermediate stations, Kirton, Algarkirk and Sutterton, and Surfleet, the Boston–Spalding section is now the A16 road. The final section to Peterborough also boasted three intermediate stations, Littleworth, St James Deeping, and Peakirk. This section is the only section-part of the line that remains in opera-tion, although most of the stations have long been closed and disused.
Only 6 (still open) stations Gainsborough Lea Road, Saxilby, Lincoln, Boston, Spalding and Peterborough North remain, and are still part of the national network.
A non-nude for a change...
See also (and hopefully Fave) Millais' Ophelia.
"Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me!' cried
The Lady of Shalott."
(That's Tennyson, of course. Here's the rest:
www.bartleby.com/101/700.html )
The poem also provided the title of an Agatha Christie story (The Mirror Crack'd), which has one of her nastiest plot twists.
Created for the WPC Week 229
Thank you to Trey Rattcliff for fantastic background: www.flickr.com/photos/stuckincustoms/1940187826/
Much credit goes out to the superb original portrait of The Lady of Shalott by Waterhouse found here on Flickr,thanks to freeparking: www.flickr.com/photos/freeparking/521792339/
Kind thanks to Jerry for wonderful texture used: www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/3757470135/in/set-7215...
It is a sad story about this lady who is set loose in a drifting boat and bound to die before she reaches the one she loves,the handsome Lancelot.
I've given the story a twist,she is arriving at Lancelot's palace alive and well.
And of course they lived together happily ever after.
Riding along the Water Railway Cycle Path just outside Bardney in West Lindsey, Lincolnshire. The path runs on the former Lincolnshire Loop Line Railway line between Lincoln and Boston in Lincolnshire.
Anwick Forge designed and produced the sheaves of barley that form this 4.5m high elegant and imposing staggered arch from tapered and curved mild steel tubing. The very contemporary bright matt silver finish was achieved by dipping the piece in molten zinc, which will soften – or even ‘ripen’ – subtly and attractively over time to an attractive dove-grey.
The Lincolnshire Loop Line was a 58-mile (93 km) double track railway built by the Great Northern Railway, that linked Peterborough to Lincoln via Spalding and Boston.
The Lincolnshire Loop Line was authorised on 26 June 1846 as part of the London and York Railway bill. The then renamed Great Northern Railway purchased the Witham Navigation and all navigation rights the same year and began construction of the new line, partly alongside it in 1847. The line opened in 1848 and was for a short period the main route to the north and Scotland until the main line from Peterborough to Doncaster. Closure came in sections, with the first being Woodhall Junction to Boston which closed to passengers and goods on 17 June 1963.
The line from Lincoln to Boston was known as the Witham loop because it followed the course of the River Witham passing through Washingborough, Five Mile House, Bardney, Southrey, Stixwould, Tattershall, Dogdyke, and Langrick. The line from Boston to Spalding passed through three intermediate stations, Kirton, Algarkirk and Sutterton, and Surfleet, the Boston–Spalding section is now the A16 road. The final section to Peterborough also boasted three intermediate stations, Littleworth, St James Deeping, and Peakirk. This section is the only section-part of the line that remains in opera-tion, although most of the stations have long been closed and disused.
Only 6 (still open) stations Gainsborough Lea Road, Saxilby, Lincoln, Boston, Spalding and Peterborough North remain, and are still part of the national network.
Fotografía y edición: Jesus Fdez Rayden Fotografia
Modelo y estilismo: Pandora Beck Model
Maquillaje: Marina Fajardo Rodriguez (Marina Make Up)
Complementos: Ethereal Lullaby Creations
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
I'd been searching for the right quote to put with this image, but then realised that it could speak in many different ways ...
The rose is Lady of Shalott. This is it in its second flush this year. It was raining heavily and had been all day, but I risked a soaking to get the photo. It was worth it IMO.
365/295 - Year 10 Photo 3582
Fotografía y edición: Jesus Fdez Rayden Fotografia
Modelo y estilismo: Pandora Beck Model
Maquillaje: Marina Fajardo Rodriguez (Marina Make Up)
Complementos: Ethereal Lullaby Creations
Fotografía y edición: Jesus Fdez Rayden Fotografia
Modelo y estilismo: Pandora Beck Model
Maquillaje: Marina Fajardo Rodriguez (Marina Make Up)
Complementos: Ethereal Lullaby Creations
The Lady of Shalott is one of my favorite Arthurian Legends. Her character is said to be based on Elaine, the Fair Lady of Astolat. She has been the subject of many works of art, poetry and fiction.
In one of Tennyson's writings, The Lady of Shalott, she is cursed to never look out her window. She is allowed to view the world only by looking into her mirror. She spends her days weaving the images she sees in her mirror, her "shadows of the world". One day, the handsome Lancelot passes by the window, and she forgets the curse and looks out her window to try and catch a glimpse of him. Her mirror cracks, and the curse is upon her. The Lady of Shalott goes down to the river, finds a boat, unties it and lays down. Her blood freezes and she dies. Her boat floats towards Camelot, and people come out to see this sight. In the crowd is also Lancelot.
Whilst travelling through the Gers and the Lot-et-Garonne, county of the three musketeers, we’ve spent an afternoon on the Baïse. When gently floating towards this boat, I instantly had to think about the Fair Lady of Astolat.
more drama when Viewed LARGE On Black :-)
If you’re interested in reading Tennyson’s lady:
[en ligne], disponible sur 4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXZWyg7_RRs/S0njhFzcEwI/AAAAAAAABMg/zQ..., consulté le 13/05/10.
Back in 2010 the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts hosted one of the largest John William Waterhouse exhibits in recent times. A rare opportunity to see so many beautiful works together, and quiet the interesting walk down this street approaching the museum.
Fotografía y edición: Jesus Fdez Rayden Fotografia
Modelo y estilismo: Pandora Beck Model
Maquillaje: Marina Fajardo Rodriguez (Marina Make Up)
Complementos: Ethereal Lullaby Creations
For Flickr Group Roulette
Paintings Re-enacted
Painting: The Lady of Shalott by William Waterhouse
theplaymaker.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/waterhouse-ladyo...
Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
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
To look down to Camelot.
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 through 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;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
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.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
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.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
[en ligne], disponible sur literaria.net/RP/L1/JohnAtkinsonGrimshawLadyofShallot.jpg, consulté le 13/05/10.
Rosa 'LADY OF SHALOTT' WW32 DAR V2- (Austin, 2009) English Leander Hybrid Shrub Rose DAR, Mature plant size: 5x4ft., ORANGE, Orange Yellow, 60 petals, USDA Hardiness Zone 4-10, Michigan Bloom Week ISO WW23, In Garden Bed V2 for 3.3 YEARS (David). Planted in 2019.
DAR: Rosa 'Ausnyson' [LADY OF SHALOTT]. One of the most reliable and hardy roses in our collection - an ideal rose for the inexperienced gardener. It is highly resistant to disease and will bloom with unusual continuity throughout the season. The young buds are a rich orange-red that open to form chalice-shaped blooms, filled with loosely arranged petals. Each petal has a salmon pink upper side, which contrasts beautifully with the attractive golden yellow reverse. The flowers have a pleasant, warm Tea fragrance, with hints of spiced apple and cloves. It quickly forms a large, bushy shrub with slightly arching stems. The mid-green leaves have attractive, slightly bronzed tones when young.
Photo by F.D.Richards, SE Michigan. Link to additional photos of this plant from 2019, 20, 21, 22:
www.flickr.com/search/?user_id=50697352%40N00&sort=da...
#Michigan, #49236, #usdaZone6, #OwnRoot, #week5, #shrub, #DAR, #Rose, #EnglishLeanderHybrid, #Orange, #LADYOFSHALOTT, #WW32
Rosa 'LADY OF SHALOTT' WW32 DAR V2- (Austin, 2009) English Leander Hybrid Shrub Rose DAR, Mature plant size: 5x4ft., ORANGE, Orange Yellow, 60 petals, USDA Hardiness Zone 4-10, Michigan Bloom Week ISO WW23, In Garden Bed V2 for 3.3 YEARS (David). Planted in 2019.
DAR: Rosa 'Ausnyson' [LADY OF SHALOTT]. One of the most reliable and hardy roses in our collection - an ideal rose for the inexperienced gardener. It is highly resistant to disease and will bloom with unusual continuity throughout the season. The young buds are a rich orange-red that open to form chalice-shaped blooms, filled with loosely arranged petals. Each petal has a salmon pink upper side, which contrasts beautifully with the attractive golden yellow reverse. The flowers have a pleasant, warm Tea fragrance, with hints of spiced apple and cloves. It quickly forms a large, bushy shrub with slightly arching stems. The mid-green leaves have attractive, slightly bronzed tones when young.
Photo by F.D.Richards, SE Michigan. Link to additional photos of this plant from 2019, 20, 21, 22:
www.flickr.com/search/?user_id=50697352%40N00&sort=da...
#Michigan, #49236, #usdaZone6, #OwnRoot, #week5, #shrub, #DAR, #Rose, #EnglishLeanderHybrid, #Orange, #LADYOFSHALOTT, #WW32