Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

41. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxx 4/13/2010
42. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxi 4/13/2010
43. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxii 4/13/2010
44. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxiii 4/13/2010
45. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxiv 4/13/2010
46. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxix 4/13/2010
47. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxv 4/13/2010
48. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxvi 4/13/2010
49. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxvii 4/13/2010
50. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxviii 4/13/2010
51. A Nocturne 4/13/2010
52. A Perfect Sonnet 4/13/2010
53. A Relapse 4/13/2010
54. A Rhapsody 4/13/2010
55. A Storm In Summer 4/13/2010
56. A Summer In Tuscany 4/13/2010
57. A Vision Of Folly 4/13/2010
58. A Wedding March 4/13/2010
59. A Woman’s Sonnets: I 4/13/2010
60. A Woman’s Sonnets: Ii 4/13/2010
61. A Woman’s Sonnets: Iii 4/13/2010
62. A Woman’s Sonnets: Iv 4/13/2010
63. A Woman’s Sonnets: Ix 4/13/2010
64. A Woman’s Sonnets: V 4/13/2010
65. A Woman’s Sonnets: Vi 4/13/2010
66. A Woman’s Sonnets: Vii 4/13/2010
67. A Woman’s Sonnets: Viii 4/13/2010
68. A Woman’s Sonnets: X 4/13/2010
69. A Woman’s Sonnets: Xi 4/13/2010
70. A Woman’s Sonnets: Xii 4/13/2010
71. Across The Pampas 4/13/2010
72. Adonis 4/13/2010
73. Alfred Tennyson 4/13/2010
74. All White 4/13/2010
75. All White Continued 4/13/2010
76. Ambition 4/13/2010
77. An Autumn Sonnet 4/13/2010
78. An Inscription 4/13/2010
79. An Unwritten Tragedy 4/13/2010
80. Antara 4/13/2010
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A Dream Of Good

To do some little good before I die;
To wake some echoes to a loftier theme;
To spend my life's last store of industry
On thoughts less vain than Youth's discordant dream;
To endow the world's grief with some counter--scheme
Of logical hope which through all time should lighten
The burden of men's sorrow and redeem
Their faces' paleness from the tears that whiten;

To take my place in the world's brotherhood
As one prepared to suffer all its fate;
To do and be undone for sake of good,
And conquer rage by giving love for hate;
That were a noble dream, and ...

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To The Same

I WOULD I had thy courage, dear, to face
This bankruptcy of love, and greet despair
With smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace,
And these few words of banter at “dull care.”
I would that I could sing and comb my hair
Like thee the morning through, and choose my dress,
And gravely argue what I best should wear,
A shade of ribbon or a fold of lace.
I would I had thy courage and thy peace,

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