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As the feast in the Great Hall came to a close, our Lady Joan Mastodon stood up and recited Tennyson:

She left the web, she left the loom //
She made three paces thro' the room //
She saw the water-flower 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. //

Damn all towers, our Lady exclaimed, to the approving murmur of the assembled knights. The curse is on the tower, not on Elaine. Toot and you shall live.

There was buzz in the Great Hall. Sir Juniper started reciting the whole poem, but he was ignored. The knights rose, "Toot and you shall live", they cheered again and again. Our Lady Joan smiled.

#JoanMastodon #AlfredTennyson #TheLadyOfShalott #ElaineOfAstolat #JoanAintElaine

The Brook by #AlfredTennyson.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

"Writing the Brain" by Stefan Schöberlein looks at how C19 literature in Britain & the US incorporated discourses from the emerging neuroscience. Authors discussed incl #GeorgeCombe #CharlesDickens #EmilyDickinson #PlinyEarle #BenjaminRush & #AlfredTennyson

#VictorianStudies #MedicalHumanities

#ClassicLitMonday #BlackSails
Come my friends.
´Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
#Ulysses by #AlfredTennyson