Literature meme - [2/4] Poems - The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro’ the field the road runs byTo many-tower’d Camelot;The yellow-leaved waterlilyThe green-sheathed daffodillyTremble in the water chillyRound about Shalott.[x]
when I think of: Morgan le Fay
"For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
“Oh, come with me!
“Oh, come with me! oh, come with me!
Oh, come with me, my love, Sir Kay!” –
How should he know the witch, I trow,
Morgan le Fay?
How should he know the wily witch,
With sweet white face and raven hair?
Who, through her art, bewitched his heart
And held him there.”
Morgan le Fay by Madison Cavein (x)
Sophie Anderson (French, 1823-1903)
Oil on canvas, 155 x 158.4 cm, 1870.
Walker Art Gallery, National Museums Liverpool.
”This painting is based on a poem by Lord Tennyson. It tells the tale of Elaine, an innocent country girl who falls in love with Sir Lancelot. He abandons her in favour of Queen Guinevere and she dies from unrequited love. Anderson’s picture depicts a servant rowing Elaine’s body to King Arthur’s palace at Camelot. Anderson was born in Paris and studied there under the Russian artist Baron Charles de Steuben. Her art education was cut short when her family moved to America in 1848. From then on she was self-taught. In 1871 Liverpool held its first Autumn Exhibition. ‘Elaine’ was purchased for the town and became the first work by a female artist to enter the Walker Art Gallery collection. This remarkable acquisition indicates the forward-thinking attitude of the first purchase committee.”
Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines on your hand
I can see me a tall dark stranger
Giving you what you hadn’t planned
I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked in those big green eyes
And I wondered what I’d came there for
Mythological Ladies: Morgana Le Fey
The I d y l l s (or, that arthurian epic i’m owed that doesn’t suck, goddammit)EVA GREEN as Morgan le Fay: half sister of Arthur Pendragon, high priestess of the Isle of Avalon, last serving faithful of the Triple Goddess, long-time confidante of Guinevere the Fair, the fated enchantress of the emerald isle.
TOM HIDDLESTON as King Arthur: the son of Uther Pendragon, educated in Rome, the center of the civilized world, who returned to the scattered lordships of Britain and sought to craft an empire. After defeating the invaders from the sea, he built shining Camelot, hoping to unite all of England under one flag and one faith, only to find his sister turned against him.
SOPHIE TURNER as Queen Guinevere: the daughter of Leodegrance, descended from a Roman patrician family and promised to Arthur since her birth, educated by Morgan on the Isle of Avalon and fated as the Helen of her age.
ELYES GABEL as Lancelot du Lac: long-time confidante of Arthur and the most prominent knight of the Round Table, pledged faithful and lover of his Queen Guinevere. His declaration of war tears Camelot apart.
Arthur forges his kingdom out of shining white and gold and Pendragon red, a city of innocence and chivalry and knights who would pray before they slit your throat - what good is it, when it comes down to it? What good can a city of pure white really do, when the Fates have had their say and the goddess have turned her eyes of death upon you? He was building a city that was fated to be burned away, a city forged on the principles that his beloved Romans had used so well and thrown away, Pax Arcturus - peace under Arthur, peace under tyranny. She could spit at it, could gouge her fingers into the eyes of the boy that she had once knew so well. A city of white can only ever be stained. A man like that was born to be killed. Her Gwen will tear him apart from inside, and Morgan will burn his faith to the ground.
’And near him stood the Lady of the Lake,
Who knows a subtler magic than his own—
Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.
She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword,
Whereby to drive the heathen out: a mist
Of incense curled about her, and her face
Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom;
But there was heard among the holy hymns
A voice as of the waters, for she dwells
Down in a deep; calm, whatsoever storms
May shake the world, and when the surface rolls,
Hath power to walk the waters like our Lord.
Mythological Ladies: The Lady of the Lake
My home was next to a lake surrounded by the tallest mountains. In the winter the storms whipped up the water into waves - we thought they were going to crash down and take away all the houses, but in the summer, wildflowers and light, it was like heaven.