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
Best Poem of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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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Written At Florence

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 of thy loins and loved thee and are gone?
Hast thou no place in all their heritage
Where thou dost only weep, that I may come
Nor fear the mockery of thy yellow flowers?
   O world, in very truth thou art too young.

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