Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

1. Written At Florence 1/4/2003
2. The Desolate City 1/4/2003
3. To Manon, On His Fortune In Loving Her 1/4/2003
4. Song 1/4/2003
5. A Chaunt In Praise 4/13/2010
6. A Convent Wothout God 4/13/2010
7. A Day In The Castle Of Envy 4/13/2010
8. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I 4/13/2010
9. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ii 4/13/2010
10. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iv 4/13/2010
11. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Ix 4/13/2010
12. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V 4/13/2010
13. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Vi 4/13/2010
14. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Viii 4/13/2010
15. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X 4/13/2010
16. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xii 4/13/2010
17. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiii 4/13/2010
18. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xiv 4/13/2010
19. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xix 4/13/2010
20. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xl 4/13/2010
21. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xv 4/13/2010
22. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xx 4/13/2010
23. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxi 4/13/2010
24. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxix 4/13/2010
25. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxv 4/13/2010
26. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxvi 4/13/2010
27. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxx 4/13/2010
28. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxi 4/13/2010
29. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxii 4/13/2010
30. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxiv 4/13/2010
31. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxix 4/13/2010
32. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxv 4/13/2010
33. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxvi 4/13/2010
34. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxviii 4/13/2010
35. A Nocturne 4/13/2010
36. A Perfect Sonnet 4/13/2010
37. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxiii 4/13/2010
38. A Rhapsody 4/13/2010
39. A Woman’s Sonnets: Vii 4/13/2010
40. A Woman’s Sonnets: Viii 4/13/2010

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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 ...

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Gibraltar

SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more
We ride into still water and the calm
Of a sweet evening, screen'd by either shore
Of Spain and Barbary. Our toils are o'er,
Our exile is accomplish'd. Once again
We look on Europe, mistress as of yore
Of the fair earth and of the hearts of men.
   Ay, this is the famed rock which Hercules

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