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Questions: 1) Who is the Belle Dame/Beldam?

Questions: 1) Who is the Belle Dame/Beldam? 2) Which archetype/s does the text invoke? i.e. Which archetype/s does the Belle Dame represent? 3) How does the text convey an archetype? Use examples from the text, focusing on devices (symbolism, etc) and techniques.

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Questions: 1) Who is the Belle Dame/Beldam?

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  1. Questions: 1) Who is the Belle Dame/Beldam? 2) Which archetype/s does the text invoke? i.e. Which archetype/s does the Belle Dame represent? 3) How does the text convey an archetype? Use examples from the text, focusing on devices (symbolism, etc) and techniques. 4) Does it confirm the archetype or does it subvert the archetype? This doesn’t have to be an either/or dichotomy—multiple, competing discourses can compete within one text.

  2. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,    Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has withered from the lake,    And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,    So haggard and so woe-begone?The squirrel's granary is full,    And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow,    With anguish moist and fever-dew,And on thy cheeks a fading rose    Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads,    Full beautiful - a faery's child,Her hair was long, her foot was light,    And her eyes were wild. And there she lulled me asleep    And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -The latest dream I ever dreamt    On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings and princes too,    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci    Hath thee in thrall!‘ • I saw their starved lips in the gloam,    With horrid warning gaped wide,And I awoke and found me here,    On the cold hill's side. • And this is why I sojourn here    Alone and palely loitering,Though the sedge is withered from the lake,     And no birds sing. • I made a garland for her head,    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;She looked at me as she did love,    And made sweet moan. • I set her on my pacing steed,    And nothing else saw all day long,For sidelong would she bend, and sing    A faery's song. • She found me roots of relish sweet,    And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said -    'I love thee true'. • She took me to her elfin grot,    And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there I shut her wild wild eyes    With kisses four. “The Belle Dame Sans Merci” by Keats

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