Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

81. Assassins 4/13/2010
82. At A Funeral 4/13/2010
83. At The Gate 4/13/2010
84. At The Parting Of The Ways 4/13/2010
85. Body And Soul: A Metaphysical Argument 4/13/2010
86. Butterflies 4/13/2010
87. Chanclebury Ring 4/13/2010
88. Come With The Summer Leaves 4/13/2010
89. Condemned 4/13/2010
90. Coronation Ode 4/13/2010
91. Couplets In Praise 4/13/2010
92. Dead Joys 4/13/2010
93. Death In A Ball-Room 4/13/2010
94. Don Juan’s Good-Night 4/13/2010
95. El Harith 4/13/2010
96. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: I 4/13/2010
97. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ii 4/13/2010
98. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Iii 4/13/2010
99. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Iv 4/13/2010
100. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ix 4/13/2010
101. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Li 4/13/2010
102. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lii 4/13/2010
103. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Liii 4/13/2010
104. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Liv 4/13/2010
105. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lv 4/13/2010
106. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lvi 4/13/2010
107. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lvii 4/13/2010
108. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lviii 4/13/2010
109. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: V 4/13/2010
110. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Vi 4/13/2010
111. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Vii 4/13/2010
112. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Viii 4/13/2010
113. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: X 4/13/2010
114. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xi 4/13/2010
115. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xii 4/13/2010
116. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xiii 4/13/2010
117. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xiv 4/13/2010
118. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xix 4/13/2010
119. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xl 4/13/2010
120. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlii 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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 ...

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The Two Highwaymen

I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time
Because he robb'd me. Every day of life
Was wrested from me after bitter strife:
I never yet could see the sun go down
But I was angry in my heart, nor hear
The leaves fall in the wind without a tear
Over the dying summer. I have known
No truce with Time nor Time's accomplice, Death.
   The fair world is the witness of a crime

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