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The Arthurian story which produced only middling moralizing in the Idylls, gave us as well the supremely written Homeric episode of the Morte d'Arthur, and the sharp and defined beauty of Sir Galahad and the Lady of Shallott. Tennyson had a touch of the pre-Raphaelite faculty of minute painting in words, and the writing of these poems is as clear and naïve as in the best things of Rossetti.
"Poor Eric! what shall I do if you leave?" said Wildney, putting his arm round Eric's neck. "Besides it's all my fault, hang it, that you got into this cursed row." "'The curse is come upon, me, cried The Lady of Shallott, "those words keep ringing in my ears," murmured Eric. "Well, Eric, if you are sent away, I know I shall get my father to take me too, and then we'll join each other somewhere.
The music goes out like a fume, dying in remote chords, and Evelyn sat absorbed, viewing the world from afar, like the Lady of Shallott, seeing in the mirror of memory the chestnut trees of the Dulwich street, and a little girl running after her hoop; and then her mother's singing classes, and the expectation she had lived in of learning to sing, and being brought upon the stage by her mother.
Eric dropped his bat in the corner, put his coat across his arm, and walked away. As he passed Wildney, he stooped down and whispered again in a low voice "'The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shallott." "Hush, Eric, nonsense," whispered Wildney; "you're not going away," he continued aloud, as Eric turned towards the school. "Why, there are only two more to go in!"
Professor Theobald had noted the same trait in other subject races. "Pray, don't call us a subject race!" remonstrated Lady Engleton. "Ah, yes, the truth," cried Hadria, "we starve for the truth." "You are courageous, Mrs. Temperley." "Like the Lady of Shallott, I am sick of shadows." "The bare truth, on this subject, is hard for a woman to face."
Seized with a sort of terror, like the Lady of Shallott, that "the curse had come upon me," I comforted my mother with expressions of pity and affection, and, as soon as I left her, wrote a most urgent entreaty to my father that he would allow me to act for myself, and seek employment as a governess, so as to relieve him at once at least of the burden of my maintenance.
Like the Lady of Shallott he felt that the curse had come upon him. "Battalion will advance. Quick march," he shouted, as a safe beginning. But the Sergeant-Major had by this time fully explained to the sweating Captain Trebizondi that he should have given the order "Form fours. Left. Right wheel.
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