The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord TennysonShall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathรจd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
Alfred Lord Tennyson