The Romantics Gallery

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And Yet More Verse...

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An Excerpt from "Mariana"
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"... She drew her casement curtain by,
And glanced athawrt the gloomy flats.
She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said;
She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I was dead!'

An Excerpt from "The Lady of Shalott"
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

...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 round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott...