The Lady of Shallot :: Lady of Shalott Essays

The Lady of Shallot   Alfred, Lord Tennyson, was known for his pictorial poetry, characterizes as painterly, picturesque with visual detail and images that represent mood, situation and carry emotion (ENG 103 Lecture on Victorian Age and Literature). The imagery of emotion is especially unequivocal in the poets depiction of nature, in the form of melancholy. In examining The Lady of Shallot, the sense of eminent gloom of destiny is illustrated.   Through the personification of nature, a vivid coup doeil into a madam doomed by her fate.  A picture is illuminated in the description 0f where the lady dwells. The reader gets a feel for the separation of the lady and her threatening destiny, in the imagery of her natural surroundings. This can be seen with Willows whiten, aspens whiten, aspens quiver, /little breezes dusk and shiver (The Longman Anthology Of British Literature, p.1913, LL. 10-11). The fear brought on by quiver and pulsate, suggests the natur e elements know what lies ahead, which is Camelot. The fearful destiny of the lady can be visualized with the description of her isolation on an island, in which the river is flowing down to Camelot.   The melancholy brought about by the personification of nature is echoed in the constant imagery of death. The picture of the bringer of death preparing for funeral projects the melancholy associated with death.  Nobody can see the lady, yet a few can her song.  The few include a foreshadowing of a funeral attendant, a Willow-veil and natures influence with by the moon the reaper weary (19,33).   Emotions develop finished imagery of the changing weather.  As the lady sees Lancelot, the sky is All in the blue unclouded weather (91). This may depict a happy regard of the lady sees him likened by nature with His broad clear brow in sunlight glow (100). However the weather shifts with emotion after the lady discoveries her evil is a melancholic death, w hen she decides to leave Shallot in pursuit of Lancelot. The imagery, mournful of her destined death with heaven waiting in The pale yellow timberland were waning, /The broad streaming his banks complaining, /Heavily the low sky raining.