Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

121. The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. May 4/13/2010
122. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxv 4/13/2010
123. To Her Whose Name 4/13/2010
124. To Manon, Comparing Her To A Falcon 4/13/2010
125. To Nimue 4/13/2010
126. To One In A Garden 4/13/2010
127. To One In A Hostile Camp 4/13/2010
128. To One Who Would Make A Confession 4/13/2010
129. The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. April 4/13/2010
130. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxvi 4/13/2010
131. The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. November 4/13/2010
132. To A Happy Warrior 4/13/2010
133. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxix 4/13/2010
134. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxiv 4/13/2010
135. The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March 4/13/2010
136. The Days Of Our Youth 4/13/2010
137. The Grief Of Love 4/13/2010
138. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxix 4/13/2010
139. The Wind And The Whirlwind 4/13/2010
140. The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Vi 4/13/2010
141. The Wanderer’s Return 4/13/2010
142. The Two Highwaymen 1/4/2003
143. To The Same 1/1/2004
144. The Desolate City 1/4/2003
145. The Old Squire 1/1/2004
146. The Broken Pitcher 4/13/2010
147. The Camel-Rider 4/13/2010
148. To Hester On The Stair 4/13/2010
149. To Manon, On His Fortune In Loving Her 1/4/2003
150. Whom The Gods Love 4/13/2010
151. In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J. 4/13/2010
152. Twenty Days 4/13/2010
153. Tarafa 4/13/2010
154. Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter Iii 4/13/2010
155. Adonis 4/13/2010
156. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Liii 4/13/2010
157. If I Had Known You 4/13/2010
158. I Will Smile No More 4/13/2010
159. Her Name Liberty 4/13/2010
160. God Is My Witness 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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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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