Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems
- Laughter And Death THERE is no laughter in the natural world ...
- A Love Secret Love has its secrets, joy has its ...
- Gibraltar SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm ...
- A Digit Of The Moon This book is written for Man's ultimate ...
- The Old Squire I LIKE the hunting of the hare Better than...
- Quatrains Of Life What has my youth been that I love it ...
- A Dream Of Good To do some little good before I die; To wake...
Second son of Francis Blunt and born into an old Sussex family. When he was eighteen he entered the British diplomatic corps and he worked in Athens, Constantinople, Frankfort, Lisbon, Madrid, Paris and Argentina.
After his retirement in 1872 and his marriage to Anne Isabella Noel (the only known descendant of Lord Byron). They first met in Venice and he observed that 'she thought herself plainer than she was'.
Together with his wife he travelled on horseback through the Mid-East and lived in Cairo. Blunt opposed British rule in Egypt and was also in favor of Irish home rule. For the latter he even served a prison term.
Blunt had an affair with Jane Morris, ... more »
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Laughter And Death
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 lion roars his solemn thunder out
To the sleeping woods. The eagle screams her cry.
Even the lark must strain a serious throat
To hurl his blest defiance at the sky.
Fear, anger, jealousy, have found a voice.
Love’s pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell.
Nature has symbols for her nobler joys,
Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell
That only man, by some sad ...