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Fantasy Poem [English feminine- Lady of Shalott]

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Description

A reading of Tennyon's poem 'The Lady of Shalott'.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
on either side of the river, lie long fields of barley and of rye, but clothed the world and meet the sky and through the field. The road runs by too many towered Camelot. Four grey walls. Four grey towers overlook a space of flowers and the silent I'll M. Bowers, the Lady of Shallot, as often through the purple knight below. The starry clusters bright, some sparkling, meteor trailing light moves over green shallot, sometimes through the mirror blue. The knights come riding to into sometimes a troop of damsels. Glad or a long haired page in crimson clad The Little ill is all in, railed with a rose fence and over trailed with roses by the Martin hailed the shallow pamphlet of the silken sailed in the stormy east wind streaming pale yellow woods or waning the broad stream in his bank's complaining heavily, the low sky raining. It was the closing of the day she loosed the chain and down Chile. The broad stream bore her far away. The Lady of Shallot, a pearl garland, winds her head. Sheila meth on a velvet bed full royally, a parallel. The Lady of Shallot, a cloud white crown of Pearl. She died, all re mounted in snowy white, loosely flew her soon in sight, clasped with one blinding diamond. Bright. When the moon was overhead came two young lovers lately wed. I am half sick of shadows, she said. The Lady of Shallot, Oh, shot from her bower eaves. He rode between the barley. She's the sun came dazzling through the leaves and flames upon the brazen Greaves of bold salon salat mm, all in the blue unclouded weather. Thick jewel shown the saddle leather helmet and the helmet feather burned like one burning flame together. A Red Cross night for ever kneels to a lady in his shield that sparkled in the yellow field beside remote sh a lot.