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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 89, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE
First Line: Now while she wept beside that lonely shrine
Last Line: Ere his sweet mistress that rude stroke could chide.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Life
First Line: Now while she wept beside that lonely shrine
Last Line: Ere his sweet mistress that rude stroke could chide.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Life
Now while she wept beside that lonely shrine,
A weasel ran from out the coverlet
That Guillardun's fair body did confine,
Which when her squire perceived, he straightway set
Himself to slay, and struck across the spine.—
One small life more, pass'd to man's monstrous debt!—
Then flung the dead thing testily aside,
Ere his sweet mistress that rude stroke could chide.
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