Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

281. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xx 4/13/2010
282. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxix 4/13/2010
283. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxv 4/13/2010
284. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Li 4/13/2010
285. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlvii 4/13/2010
286. An Unwritten Tragedy 4/13/2010
287. Couplets In Praise 4/13/2010
288. Chanclebury Ring 4/13/2010
289. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ix 4/13/2010
290. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxx 4/13/2010
291. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xv 4/13/2010
292. O For A Soul 4/13/2010
293. If I Forget Thee 4/13/2010
294. He Makes An End 4/13/2010
295. Love Is Master Still 4/13/2010
296. Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xii 4/13/2010
297. Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Viii 4/13/2010
298. Zoheyr 4/13/2010
299. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Viii 4/13/2010
300. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Vii 4/13/2010
301. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xl 4/13/2010
302. Giacinta 4/13/2010
303. On The Way To Church 4/13/2010
304. Song Of The Desert Lark 4/13/2010
305. Worth Forest 4/13/2010
306. With Eternity Standing By 4/13/2010
307. Glad Bird, I Do Bewail Thee 4/13/2010
308. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxi 4/13/2010
309. A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxix 4/13/2010
310. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlv 4/13/2010
311. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlii 4/13/2010
312. Butterflies 4/13/2010
313. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxvii 4/13/2010
314. Moonstruck 4/13/2010
315. On A Grave In The Forest 4/13/2010
316. My Only Title 4/13/2010
317. Jewelled Offering 4/13/2010
318. Le Roi Est Mort. Vive Le Roi! 4/13/2010
319. Honour Dishonoured 4/13/2010
320. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ii 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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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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