Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAUD, by THOMAS WESTWOOD Poet's Biography First Line: Little maud, my queen! Last Line: Say whose loving's best of these. | ||||||||
LITTLE Maud, my queen! Oh! the winsome lady! All the bright midsummer day Thrush and black-cap on the spray, Sing for her so blithe and gay, In the wood-depths shady. Ah! but Maud, my queen, By your troth remember, You've a poet, all your own, Keeps for you his sweetest tone, Singing, not in June alone, But in bleak December. Maud, my lady, if you please, Say whose singing's best of these? Little Maud, my queen! Oh! the winsome lady! Leaps her lap-dog to and fro, Fawning-fond her hound doth grow, When she pats and pats them so, In the wood-depths shady. Ah! but Maud, my queen, By your troth remember, You've a poet loves you still, Be your humor what it will Cross or kind, or warm or chill, June or bleak December. Maud, my lady, if you please, Say whose loving's best of these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD MINE HOST OF 'THE GOLDEN APPLE' by THOMAS WESTWOOD O WIND OF THE MOUNTAIN by THOMAS WESTWOOD THE MOORLAND CHILD by THOMAS WESTWOOD ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY |
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