Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dream by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dream by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I dreamedA dream of you,Not as you seemedWhen you were late unkindAnd blindTo my eyes' pleading for a debt long due,But touched and trueAnd all inclinedTo tenderest fancies on ...

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Secret by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Secret by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.How shall I speak of that which love has hid?If my beloved shall return to greet me,Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.My ...

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Esther by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Esther by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

HE who has once been happy is for aye Out of destruction's reach. His fortune then Holds nothing secret; and Eternity, Which is a mystery to other men, Has like a woman ...

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Chaunt In Praise by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Chaunt In Praise by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee,Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?Love--songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of ...

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Dream Of Good by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dream Of Good by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

To do some little good before I die;To wake some echoes to a loftier theme;To spend my life's last store of industryOn thoughts less vain than Youth's discordant dream;To endow ...

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Heather by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Heather by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

We spent a day together,One day of all our lives,Of love in cloudless weather--Such only youth contrives--One day in the red heather,Alone with our two lives.The tall grey rocks ...

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Written At Sea by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Written At Sea by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What is my quarrel with thee, beautiful sea,That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me?Why do I hate thee, who art beautifulBeyond all ...

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The Idler’s Calendar.  Twelve Sonnets For The Months.  December by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

AWAY TO EGYPTEnough, enough! This winter is too rude,Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,And hearts grow sick for change and eyes ...

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St. Valentine’s Day by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

St. Valentine’s Day by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

TO-DAY, all day, I rode upon the down, With hounds and horsemen, a brave company On this side in its glory lay the sea, On that the Sussex weald, a sea of brown. The wind was ...

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Laughter And Death by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Laughter And Death by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THERE is no laughter in the natural world Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt Of their futurity to them unfurled Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout. The ...

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A Dream by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Dream by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I dreamedA dream of you,Not as you seemedWhen you were late unkindAnd blindTo my eyes' pleading for a debt long due,But touched and trueAnd all inclinedTo tenderest fancies on ...

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A Love Secret by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Love Secret by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.How shall I speak of that which love has hid?If my beloved shall return to greet me,Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.My ...

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A Digit Of The Moon by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Digit Of The Moon by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

This book is written for Man's ultimate need,A creed of joy sent down to the aged EarthFrom days of happier daring and more mirthTo comfort and console all hearts that bleed.Here ...

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A Lesson In Humility by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Lesson In Humility by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

'Tis time, my soul, thou shouldst be purged of pride.What men are these with thee, whose ill deeds doneMake thee thus shrink from them and be denied?They are but as thou art, each ...

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With Esther by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

With Esther by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

HE who has once been happy is for aye Out of destruction's reach. His fortune then Holds nothing secret; and Eternity, Which is a mystery to other men, Has like a woman ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Vii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Vii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo ringsStill in those syllables of vain delight!What voice of what dead pleasures on what wingsOf Maenad laughters pulsing through the night!How ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iv by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iv by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Behold the deed is done. Here endeth allThat bound my grief to its ancestral ways.I have passed out, as from a funeral,From my dead home, and in the great world's gazeHenceforth I ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Vi by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Vi by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!Who said that care behind the horseman sits?The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.Who stops for ...

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Song by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Song by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure; Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay: For my heart no measure Knows, nor other treasure To buy a garland for my love ...

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A Ballad Of The Heather by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Ballad Of The Heather by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

We spent a day together,One day of all our lives,Of love in cloudless weather--Such only youth contrives--One day in the red heather,Alone with our two lives.The tall grey rocks ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How shall I ransom me? The world without,Where once I lived in vain expense and noise,Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout,Back to its bosom of forgotten joys?Sometimes I ...

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A Glory Gone by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Glory Gone by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What is my thought of you, beloved one,Now you have passed from me and gone your ways?Glory is gone with you from stars and sun,And all wise meaning from the nights and days.There ...

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Don Juan’s Good-Night by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Don Juan’s Good-Night by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Teach me, gentle Leporello,Since you are so wise a fellow,How your master I may win.Leporello answers gailySlip into his bed and way layHim; anon he shall come in.Soon as he shall ...

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A Cuckoo Song by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Cuckoo Song by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Crowns are for kings to wear, sad crowns of goldOver tired heads that ache, world--cares untold.Not on thy happy brows, sweet bird of summer,Set we such crowns to--day, thou ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Viii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Viii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I will sit down awhile in dallianceWith my dead life, and dream that it is young.My earliest memories have their home in France,The chestnut woods of Bearn and streams among,Where ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Whence is our pleasure in things beautiful?We are not born with it, we do not know,By instinct of the eye or natural rule,That naked rocks are fairest, or flowers blowBest in ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.The things I love have all grown wearisome;The things that loved me are estranged or dead.I ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The physical world itself is a fair thingFor who has eyes to see or ears to hear.To--day I fled on my new freedom's wind,With the first swallows of the parting year,Southwards ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ix by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ix by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

These were in truth brave days. From our high perch,The box--seat of our travelling chariot, thenWe children spied the world 'twas ours to search,And mocked like birds at manners ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I will break through my bondage. Let me beHomeless once more, a wanderer on the Earth,Marked with my soul's sole care for company,Like Cain, lest I do murder on my hearth.I ask ...

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A Summer In Tuscany by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Summer In Tuscany by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Do you remember, Lucy,How, in the days gone byWe spent a summer together,A summer in Tuscany,In the chestnut woods by the river,You and the rest and I?Your house had the largest ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dear royal France! I fix the happy yearAt forty--seven, because that Christmas--tideThere passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier,Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish ...

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A Chaunt In Praise by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Chaunt In Praise by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee,Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?Love--songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of ...

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A Day In The Castle Of Envy by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Day In The Castle Of Envy by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers stand sentinelHigh above the gardens green.Not a lizard lurking ...

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Red, Red Gold by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Red, Red Gold by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Red, red gold, a kingdom's ransom, child,To weave thy yellow hair she bade them spin.At early dawn the gossamer spiders toiled,And wove the sunrise in.She took the treasures of ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

And what strange sights have these threewindows seen,Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries!What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen,Since first I looked down from them, one of ...

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Ambition by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Ambition by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I had ambition once. Like SolomonI asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom fair,And with much pains a little knowledge wonOf Nature's cruelty and Man's despair,And mostly learned how ...

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A Convent Wothout God by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A Convent Wothout God by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A prison is a convent without God.Poverty, Chastity, ObedienceIts precepts are. In this austere abodeNone gather wealth of pleasure or of pence.Woman's light wit, the heart's ...

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Many Are Called by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Many Are Called by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stressTo rise and greet him in a world ...

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Written At Florence by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Written At Florence by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young; When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age? World, with thy covering of yellow flowers, Hast thou forgot what generations sprung Out ...

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Love In The Summer Hills by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love In The Summer Hills by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love in the summer hills,With youth to mock at ills,And kisses sweet to cheatOur idle tears away.What else has Time in store,Till Life shall close the door?Still let me sing ...

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Good-Bye by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Good-Bye by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Fools! must we ever quarrel with our fate,Too lateReading the worth of what we did despise,And wiseAt the journey's end to weep it scarce begunWhen done?No more! 'Tis ever the ...

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Natalia’s Resurrection:  Sonnet Xxx by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxx by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Thus was Natalia loved and lost and won.Some say that Adrian, having gained the goalOf his long hopes, and being of those who runToo lightly for their constancy of soul,Or finding ...

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New Things Are Best by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

New Things Are Best by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet?Life's art is to forget, and last year's sowingCast in Time's furrow with the storm winds blowingBears me a wild crop with strange ...

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Not A Word by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Not A Word by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love, my heart is faint with waiting,Faint with hope and joy deferred,All night long at this sad grating,Sleepless like a prisoned bird,Singing low,Singing slow:Come, ah come, ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiv by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiv by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

To--day there is no cloud upon thy face,Paris, fair city of romance and doom!Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no traceLives of their tears for us who after come.All is ...

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Friendship’s Black And White by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Friendship’s Black And White by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Romance is writ for me with many namesOf fair loved faces, each page a designBlazoned and tinctured, this with saffron flamesEnshrining fancy, that with opalineRays of mad hopes, ...

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Lilac And Gold And Green by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Lilac And Gold And Green by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Lilac and gold and green!Those are the colours I love the best,Spring's own raiment untouched and clean,When the world is awake and yet hardly dressed,And the stranger sun, her ...

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Body And Soul:  A Metaphysical Argument by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Body And Soul: A Metaphysical Argument by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Man openeth the caseBody, from the arroganceOf the Soul thou seekest shield,Makest prayer the old mis--chanceOf your birth--bond be repealed,Since, sayest thou, the Soul would ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxvii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxvii by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I will release my soul of argument.He that would love must follow with shut eyes.My reason of the years was discontent,My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.I will have done ...

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