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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE GUINEVER, by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS First Line: Swift across the palace floor Last Line: "for guinever is but a child." | |||
"When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench." LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SWIFT across the palace floor Flashed her tiny wilful feet; "Playfellow, I will no more, Now I must my task complete." Arthur kissed her childish hand, Sighed to think her task severe, Walked forth in the garden land, Lonely till she reappear. She has sought her latticed room, Overlooking faery seas, Called Launcelot from a bowery gloom To feast of milk and honey of bees. "Had we bid Prince Arthur too, He had shaken his grave head, Saying, 'My holidays are few! -- May queens not have their will?" she said. Thus she passed the merry day, Thus her women spake and smiled: "All we see we need not say, For Guinever is but a child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEETHOVEN'S SIXTH SYMPHONY (ANDANTE) by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS CEDAR MOUNTAIN [AUGUST 9, 1862] by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS DEATH OF HAWTHORNE by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS ON WAKING FROM A DREAMLESS SLEEP by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS THE RETURN by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS THEOCRITUS by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING |
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