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Poetry analysis

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Poetry Project By Vincent Wong By Alfred, Lord Tennyson Presenting Today: The Lady of Shallot Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? By Thomas Hardy Alfred, Lord Tennyson Born on August 6, 1809 in Lincolnshire, England
Fourth of twelve children
Had a life long fear of mental illness
Attended Trinity College at Cambridge in 1827
Met Arthur Henry Hallam during that time and became best of friends
Hallam dies in 1833, causing great distress in Tennyson, but from that came great works
Published In Memoriam in 1849
Became Poet Laureate by 1850
Died in October 6, 1892 Famous poems: The Kraken, The Lotos-Eaters, Locksley Hall, Ulysses, Ring Out, Wild Bells, The Lady of Shallot "Tis Better to have loved and lost,
Then to have never loved at all. Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die. The Lady of Shalott 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
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray 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 thro' 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 thro' 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 thro' 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 redcross 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 armour 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, trailing light,
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 flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

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. Foreshadowing There was already an indication of the Lady wanting to escape her artist life.
Even though she knows of the curse, she is still "Half-sick of shadows." Thomas Hardy Born June 2, 1840 in Dorset, England
Was the son of a stonemason and became an apprentice to an architect
Was taught by his mom to read and enjoyed a great deal of literary materials
Wrote the novel Desperate Remedies in 1871 and was able to make enough money to continue his writing career
Was a Christian but later disillusioned by traditional Christianity
Had many different affairs with different young women, even after marriage
Died in January 11, 1928 after his second marriage and another affair Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? "Ah, are you digging on my grave
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No, yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'" "Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no; they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.' " "But some one digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie." "Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?" "Ah yes! You dig upon my grave . . .
Why flashed it not on me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!" "Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting-place." Allusion The poem makes repeated references to Camelot and Lancelot. Imagery Tennyson is very descriptive of the outside world and of Lancelot. Structure Rhyme scheme for each stanza: AAAABCCCB Famous works and poems: Tess of d'Urbervilles, A Pair of Blue Eyes, "Neutral Tones," "The Man He Killed," "The Blinded Bird" Paraphrase Irony The poem displays a large amount of irony as the spouse, the family members, and the enemy did not care for the dead woman after her death, even though they are the most likely to care. Personification The poem is a conversation between a corpse and a dog, both with the ability to communicate to each other. Metonymy The husband, the family members, and the rival are all representations of people that care for a person, whether the person is loved or hated. Structure References Diniejko, Anderzej. "Thomas Hardy. A Biographical Sketch." Thomas Hardy. A Biographical Sketch. N.p., 7 Feb. 2010. Web. 18 Mar. 2013. <http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/hardy/bio.html>.
Everett, Glenn. "Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Brief Biography." Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Brief Biography. N.p., 30 Nov. 2004. Web. 18 Mar. 2013. <http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/tennyson/tennybio.html>.
"Lord Alfred Tennyson." Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Academy of American Poets, n.d. Web. 18 Mar. 2013. <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/300>.
"Thomas Hardy." Thomas Hardy. Academy of American Poets, n.d. Web. 18 Mar. 2013. <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/110>.

Googled for images... Paraphrase Theme Theme Comparison A dead woman asks the person disrupting the grave who he is. She asks if he is her husband, but the person replies by saying that her husband has married someone else. She asks if he is a family member, but the person replies by saying that they have left as planting flowers by her grave does nothing. She asks if he is an enemy, but the person replies that she does not care anymore since she is dead. She then asks who the person is, and the person replies that she is her dog. The dead woman is happy that her dog is still loyal, but the dog replies that he was only burying a bone if he was coming back later. In death, no one will care for the dead person. Part I describes the setting of the poem, Camelot and the island of Shallot. In early morning, some can hearing singing out of the Tower of Shallot, where the Lady of Shallot dwells. Part II talks about the Lady of Shallot, who has heard that she will be curse if she looks down toward Camelot. Instead, she looks down through a mirror while she weaves tapestries. She looks at the different events in the world, but begins to become sick looking at the world through the mirror. Part III describes Sir Lancelot. The Lady of Shallot has looked out of her window to see him, but as soon as she looked, the mirror cracked, indicating the curse. Part IV describes the Lady of Shallot's death. She finds a boat by the river and labeled it The Lady of Shallot. She lies in the boat and lets the boat go. She dies and the people find the boat with her body. Lancelot sees her and comments that she was beautiful. Those in isolation want to see life outside of what their own world. Her want of escape definitely came from her isolation from people. In the "Lady of Shallot", even in death, the Lady of Shallot has Lancelot caring for her, but in "Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?" the poet indicates that no one cares after one dies. There is a repetition of the phrase "digging on my grave" on the first line of each stanza. Rhyme scheme in each stanza: ABCCCB Even though her dog shows up, it is only to bury bones, not visit her. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot 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. This description was created to make the outside world more enticing, which would make the Lady want to escape. Almost every stanza has the word Camelot Part III has the description of Lancelot Each stanza has nine lines for 19 stanzas total A Narrative poem with alternating meters The allusion helps the reader realize not only the setting of the place, but also the ideas attached to Camelot and Lancelot, such as bravery and chivalry. These attachments also make the Lady's isolation more pitiful and the reader would understand why she wanted to see the world. Without this, the poem does not exist. A narrative poem with an iambic meter throughout the poem with varying tetrameter and trimeter This personification with the dog also shows how little humans actually care, as a dog with a voice has to tell the woman that no one was visiting her. Both are structured with regular rhyme schemes and varying meters Both are narrative poems, one with great details to create imagery and one with little description and cruel humor The metonymy contributes to the irony as those people did not care for the dead woman. all of those who were suppose to care did not come to visit her
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