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I'm only going to upload one, because I could turn this thread into a gallery and that would be unseemly. I've chosen John William Waterhouse's 'The Lady of Shalott', as I'm both fond of the artist and the story. I adore Tennyson's interpretation of the otherwise byzantine figure of Arthurian legend. She was a figure who was trapped in a tower and cursed to observe the world through a mirror, for if she looked at Camelot directly, she would die. As a result, she was a despairing, lonesome soul whose heart longed for a life outside of her tower. She was made to observe the entire kingdom, making wondrous tapestries of all she saw, depicting things she'd never enjoy herself; love, companionship, freedom, and so forth. One day, she dared to look at Camelot and was struck by her curse. Knowing that she would die the next day, she ran away from her prison and boarded a boat. The morning after, she was found dead, frozen on the boat adrift down a river. To quote Part IV of Tennyson's poem:
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance
With 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 darken'd 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,
A corse between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.