“And sometimes through the mirror blueThe knights come riding two and two.”

“But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror’s magic sights,For often thro’ the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lights,And music, went to Camelot:Or when the moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed;“I am half-sick of shadows,” saidThe Lady of Shalott.”

“Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.”

“Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.”

“Kate saith the world is void of might.Kate saith the men are gilded flies.Kate snaps her fingers at my vows;Kate will not hear of lovers sighs.I would I were an armed knight,Far-famed for well-won enterprise,And wearing on my swarthy browsThe garland of new-wreathed empriseFor in a moment I would pierceThe blackest files of clanging fight,And strongly strike to left and right,In dreaming of my lady's eyes.O, Kate loves well the bold and fierce;But none are bold enough for Kate,She cannot find a fitting mate.”

“I sometimes find it half a sin,To put to words the grief i feel,For words like nature,half reveal,and half conceal the soul within,”

“This madness has come on us for our sins.”