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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on beauty and the human response to it, encapsulating themes of admiration and the mystique surrounding the Lady of Shalott.
In this excerpt from Tennyson's poem, Lancelot admires the Lady of Shalott's beauty, suggesting an appreciation for artistic or romantic ideals. The passage captures the complexity of human emotions as the knights, surrounded by royal cheer, also experience fear, hinting at the duality of life and the consequences of desire, especially in the context of the Lady's tragic fate.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about beauty in art and literature.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
I have been very lucky to work in so many new ballets, but that is what a dancer's work is.
It takes ten years, usually, to make a dancer. It takes ten years of handling the instrument, handling the material with which you are dealing, for you to know it completely.
When I write something, I can't remember in the end if this is a memory or if it's not - I'm talking about fiction. So for me, it's the same thing.
There are some subjects that can only be tackled in fiction.
If you want a bourgeois existence, you shouldn't be an actor. You're in the wrong profession.
Good design keeps the user happy, the manufacturer in the black and the aesthete unoffended.
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