Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Love After Sorrow
Behold, this hour I love, as in the glory of morn.I too, the accursèd one, whom griefs pursueLike phantoms through a land of deaths forlorn,Have felt..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lilac And Gold And Green
Lilac and gold and green!Those are the colours I love the best,Spring's own raiment untouched and clean,When the world is awake and yet hardly..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
Long have I searched the Earth for libertyIn desert places and lands far abroadWhere neither Kings nor constables should be,Nor any law of Man, alas..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lebid
Gone are they the lost camps, light flittings, long sojourningsin Miná, in Gháula, Rijám left how desolate.Lost are they. Rayyán lies lorn with its..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Le Roi Est Mort. Vive Le Roi!
Why wait for Arthur? He too long has slept.He shall not hear you--no, nor heed your moan,More than the wail of those fair Queens that keptTheir watch..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Laughter And Death
THERE is no laughter in the natural worldOf beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubtOf their futurity to them unfurledHas dared to check the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jewelled Offering
Jewelled offering bring I none,Jade or pearl or precious stone,Urn of crystal, bale of spice,Unguent culled in Paradise,Dye how deep of rainbow..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jacinths And Jessamines
Jacinths and jessamines and jonquils sweet,All odorous pale flowers from Orient lands,No vain red roses strew I at thy feet,Emblems of grief and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ireland’s Vengeance
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.Thou shalt no..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In The Night
Where art thou, thou lost face,Which, yet a little while, wert making mirthAt these new years which seemed too sad to be?Where art thou fled which..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J.
Mad are we all, maids, men, young fools alike and old,All we that wander blind and want the with to dare.Dark through the world we go, dazed sheep..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If We Had Met
If we had met when leaves were green,And fate to us less hard had proved,And naught had been of what has been,We might have loved as none have..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I Had Known You
If I had known you--oh, if I had known you!In other days when youth and love were strong,I would have raised a temple to enthrone youOn some fair..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I Forget Thee
If I forget thee! How shall I forget thee?Sword of the mighty! Prince and Lord of War!Captive I bind meTo the spears that blind me,Rage in my heart..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I Will Smile No More
No, I will smile no more. If but for prideAnd the high record of these days of pain,I will not be as these, the uncrucifiedWho idly live and find..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How Shall I Build
How shall I build my temple to the Lord,Unworthy I, who am thus foul of heart?How shall I worship who no traitor wordKnow but of love to play a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How Grey The World Was
How grey the world was with its memories,How dark even this gay room where the motes run!How black these curtains, thick with murder cries,These..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Honour Dishonoured
Honoured I lived e'erwhile with honoured menIn opulent state. My table nightly spreadFound guests of worth, peer, priest and citizen,And poet..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Her Name Liberty
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,An act of worth, which haply in her sightWho was my mistress should recorded beAnd of the nations. And, when thus..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
He Makes An End
What shall I tell you, dear, who have told all,What do, whose wish, whose will is manacled,What dare, whose duty at your festivalIs but to light the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V
Griselda's madness lasted forty days,Forty eternities! Men went their ways,And suns arose and set, and women smiled,And tongues wagged lightly in..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter Iv
How shall I take up this vain parableAnd ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,The principles of good and evil thought,Embodied in our lives, have..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter Iii
Who has not seen the falls of Tivoli,The rocks, the foam--white water, and the threeFair ruined temples which adorn the hill?Who has not sat and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter I
An idle story with an idle moral!Why do I tell it, at the risk of quarrelWith nobler themes? The world, alas! is so,And who would gather truth must..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Gratitude
If gratitude a poor man's virtue is,'Tis one at least my sick soul can afford.Bankrupt I am of all youth's charities,But not of thanks. No. Thanks be..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt