Intro: Back in the great days of Camelot lived a great Magic Weaver, The Lady of Shalott. She spent years in her tower away from the world, wanting to leave, but never taking the chance. When she finally did decide to leave she met with an unkind fate. Now her Ghost tells her story. High in my tower, I would hide, far away from the foreign world. No one knew I was there. The only part of the outside world I knew was through my mirror. This world is not a place for me. If they knew what I am, I
love. Women’s lives were difficult during the Victorian Age because we can say that they were used as an accessory for their husband’s life. Lots of poems talk about women’s condition at that time like in “My Last Duchess” by R. Browning or “Lady of Shalott” by A. Tennyson. In “My Last Duchess”, the Duke himself gets to negotiates for a new bride: “The Count your master's known munificence/Is ample warrant that no just pretence /Of mine for dowry will be disallowed’’( Browning, 2000, lines, 49-3)