When in the poem "The Lady of Shalott" is figurative language used?
Beautiful figurative language graces Alfred, Lord Tennyson's lyrical poem "The Lady of Shalott," with multiple examples of metaphors, similes, understatement, pathetic fallacies, and symbols.
The metaphors include "willow-veiled," which compares the leafy branches of a weeping willow tree to a veil; "silken-sailed," which compares the sails of a ship to smooth and shiny silk fabric; "bearded barley," which compares the ripe barley heads to a man's beard; "magic web," which compares the lady's tapestry to a spider's web; and "shadows," which compares reflections in a mirror to shadows.
The similes include a comparison of Sir Lancelot's jeweled bridle to "some branch of stars we see hung in the golden Galaxy"; his helmet and feather to "one burning flame" and a metor; and the lady in her boat to "some bold seer in a trance."
One powerful understatement occurs when the lady states, "I'm half sick of shadows."
Pathetic fallacies occur when Tennyson attributes emotions to the bridle bells ("merry") and the stream ("complaining").
Finally, two powerful symbols in the poem are the red-cross knight on Sir Lancelot's shield, which represents his chivalry, and the cracking of the mirror, which portrays the curse coming upon the Lady of Shalott.
Tennyson skillfully uses many different figures of speech to enhance the beauty and meaning of "The Lady of Shalott."
In "the Lady of Shalott," the poet uses figurative language, which includes, metaphors, and personification.
Metaphor: Suggests that the fields clothe the world. Not literally, but it creates a wonderful image. The lady is compared to a spider sitting in her web, with the ability to create images in a mirror.
"Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;'
"But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights"
Personification: Attributing human qualities to a thing or idea. Breezes can't shiver, people can. But you get the idea.
"Little breezes dusk and shiver
In among the bearded barley,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,"
Excerpts from "The Lady of Shalott" by Tennyson