The Lady of Shalott

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A 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," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

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 prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd 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."

The New American Century

This film goes in detail through the untold history of The Project for the New American Century with tons of archival footage and connects it right into the present. This film exposes how every major war in US history was based on a complete fraud with video of insiders themselves admitting it. This film shows how the first film theaters in the US were used over a hundred years ago to broadcast propaganda to rile the American people into the Spanish-American War. This film shows the white papers of the oil company Unocal which called for the creation of a pipeline through Afghanistan and how their exact needs were fulfilled through the US invasion of Afghanistan. This film shows how Halliburton under their "cost plus" exclusive contract with the US Government went on a mad dash spending spree akin to something out of the movie Brewster's Millions, yet instead of blowing $30 million they blew through BILLIONS by literally burning millions of dollars worth of hundred thousand dollar cars and trucks if they had so much as a flat tire. "A stunning film. It should be seen as widely as possible, in cinemas, bars, clubs, at meetings and, of course, through the internet. I'm sure the film will continue to be a source of debate and political education for many years. Maybe until the war criminals have been brought to trial." - Ken Loach While Massimo Mazzucco’s first political documentary, GLOBAL DECEIT (2006), focused on the long list of inconsistencies in the official version of the 9/11 attacks, THE NEW AMERICAN CENTURY explores the historical, philosophical and economic background that suggests a matrix for such events that is much closer to home than the so-called "Islamic terrorism". The film provides solid evidence for the true reasons behind the Afghanistan and Iraq wars, whose unfolding is described in chilling detail in a document called "Project for the New American Century", published in the year 2,000, that seems to have served as the actual blueprint for such dramatic events.

History Of Everything - Dr William Pierce

Queens Of The Stone Age

Who's killing us?

Radio Enoch

Interesting bit of history here for all you fellow British nationalists out there.. This is a recording of a pirate radio station broadcast by "Radio Enoch" which was originally transmitted in 1978.

Radio Enoch was operated out of various locations across the UK, but mainly within the West Midlands, homeland of its namesake, Enoch Powell. Enoch Powell was not connected with the radio station, however much of the content featured the politics and speeches of Enoch Powell.

Radio Enoch professed a right-wing viewpoint, being critical of immigration and multiculturalism. The manager claimed it operated as an unlicensed station because its views on race and immigration would prevent it from being able to broadcast in what it deemed a "socialist" media. The station was launched in 1978, broadcasting hour-long shows monthly.

The group behind Radio Enoch called themselves "People Against Marxism".

The General Post Office was unable to shut down Radio Enoch which had around 200 people involved with operating the station.

The rise of Thatcherism and a more conservative political climate signalled the end of Radio Enoch's usefulness. Its purpose in returning a Tory government complete,

Radio Enoch stopped broadcasting in June 1980, vowing to return if a socialist government returned, although it never did after the Labour party victory of 1997.

Police quiz man dressed as Nazi at wartime nostalgia event

Ken Bnnett

Police were called to a village pub after the landlord dressed up as a Nazi for a wartime nostalgia celebration.

Jamie Hardie's SS costume included a swastika armband and – although not illegal in Britain – officers warned him that he could be inciting racial tension.

Organisers of The Yanks are Back in Saddleworth had issued guidelines banning the symbol from the event.

Mr Hardie, of The Granby Arms in Uppermill, said: "I simply hired the gear to give some authenticity to the event. There was nothing sinister about it. We simply dressed up to be part of the whole pageant."

His wife Debbie leads a shoebox campaign that has sent more than 2,000 care packages to troops in Iraq and Afghanistan.

She said: "Jamie did not intend to upset anyone. I am only sorry someone has seen it this way."

Police inspector Danny Milovanovic: "Police were trying to prevent any potential disorder occurring as a result of this."

Event organiser Paul Higginson said: "This was nothing to do with our show. We have a code of conduct about uniform. "

A spokesman for the costume hire firm, in Huddersfield, Yorks, said: "We hire scores of German uniforms to people who take part in re-enactments. They are very stylish – and people like dressing up. "

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If only they were as quick to arrest those who burn Union Jacks on our streets and carry placards stating our head is likely to be removed because we do not worship as they do? Or to tackle gangs of foreigners and descendants of foreigners roaming our streets armed to the gills.

Now they, in my opinion, carry far more potential for disorder than a man in fancy dress in some village pub.

The truth of course is that this man's crime is being politically incorrect, a crime far more serious than threats to kill, traitorous behaviour or gang violence as I've listed above. They merely put these down to culture or social traits no matter how many patriotic people are offended or innocent young lads beaten with weapons or stabbed to death.

Big Brother does watch all things, but he only sees what he wants to see.

But let's face it, there is very little that whitey can do these days that cannot be said to offend at least one of the thousands of new cultures and races introduced into this country over the past few decades. Pretty soon they will just ban us going out.

I also notice how in these articles they always state "although not illegal in Britain" as if there should be a big " YET! " at the end, I reckon they are just waiting for the nod from their masters in Brussels myself.