Early in 1858 he had The Defence of Guenevere, a collection of thirty poems, ready to bring out.
He was Launcelot and she was Guenevere—it was his secret, and even she must never know.
So when they drew near the King's palace, word was brought to Guenevere of their approach.
I thought—you wouldn't know—if I called—you—Guenevere—at home.
In one window I beheld four and twenty damsels, and the least fair of them was fairer than Guenevere at her fairest.
The Defence of Guenevere was received by the public without enthusiasm.
The tradition relating to Guenevere is decidedly confused and demands further study.
The Defence of Guenevere and other Poems was his first volume of verse.
She was presented to Arthur and Guenevere, and was no longer a "lothely" lady.
She is loved as dearly as was Guenevere, but she gives him neither scarf nor glove.