...me," cried The Lady of Shalott. PART IV. IN the stormy east-wind straining, The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining,...afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shdott. And down the river's dim expanse— Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance—...

...the merit of the alterations in them: In the stormy cast wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot. Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern...

...cried The Lady of Shalott. РЛПТ IT. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining,...afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of S/talott. And down the river's dim expanse — Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own...

...me," cried The Lady of Shalott. PART IV. IN the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over tower 'd Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the...

...me," cried The Lady of Shalott. P*RT IV. Iv the stormy east-wind straining, The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining,...And down the river's dim expanse — Like some bold se£r in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance — With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot....

...to herself the appropriate lines, " 'In the stormy east- wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower' d Camelot;' " when Emmie appeared at the drawing-room door. Bertha jumped up. " Emmie ! what...

...the most prominent part, and in very legible characters, " He writes, ' THE LADY OP SHALOTT.' " Then down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance," so that he has no power to help himself,. — so intoxicating is the thirst for fame :— and withal,...

...moment's forgetfulness. He sat all that evening by his fireside, looking his trouble in the face : "Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance With a glassy countenance." Marian gradually sank into silence ; and every now and then Aunt Alice stole a quiet glance into his...

...curse is come upon me," cried PART IV. IN the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow...

...thus she entered into rest. CHAPTER IX. In the stormy east wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot. TENNYSON. THE hand of winter had begun angrily to strike down the red glories of the...