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").
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxviii
THE SAME CONTINUEDAgain Love left you. With appealing eyesYou watched him go, and lips apart to speak.He left you, and once more the sun did riseAnd..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDYour youth flowed on, a river chaste and fair,Till thirty years were written to your name.A wife, a mother, these the titles..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxvi
THE THREE AGES OF WOMANLove, in thy youth, a stranger, knelt to thee,With cheeks all red and golden locks all curled,And cried, ``Sweet..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxv
TO ONE WHO SPOKE ILL OF HIMWhat is your quarrel with me, in love's name,Fair queen of wrath? What evil have I done,What treason to the thought of our..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxv
TO ONE WHO SPOKE ILL OF HIMWhat is your quarrel with me, in love's name,Fair queen of wrath? What evil have I done,What treason to the thought of our..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxix
SIBYLLINE BOOKSWhen first, a boy, at your fair knees I kneeled,'Twas with a worthy offering. In my handMy young life's book I held, a volume..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxiv
HE APPEALS AGAINST HIS BONDIn my distress Love made me sign a bond,A cruel bond. 'Twas by necessityWrung from a foolish heart, alas, too fond,Too..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxi
TO ONE EXCUSING HIS POVERTYAh! love, impute it not to me a sinThat my poor soul thus beggared comes to thee.My soul a pilgrim was, in search of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lviii
TO ONE ON HER WASTE OF TIMEWhy practise, love, this small economyOf your heart's favours? Can you keep a kissTo be enjoyed in age? And would the..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lvii
ON A LOST OPPORTUNITYWe might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.Once only in our lives before the gateOf Paradise we stood, one fortunate..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lvi
TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NOT LOVEAs one who, in a desert wanderingAlone and faint beneath a pitiless sky,And doubting in his heart if he shall bringHis..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lix
THE HAUNTED HOUSEHow loud the storm blew all that bitter night!The loosened ivy tapping on the paneWoke me and woke, again and yet again,Till I was..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Liv
HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIBLEIf it were possible the fierce sun should,Standing in heaven unloved, companionless,Enshrinèd be in some white--bosomed..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxviii
TO ONE NOW ESTRANGEDWhy did you love me? Was it not enoughThat the world loved you, all the world and I?Or was your heart of so sublime a stuffThat..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxvi
FEAR HAS CAST OUT LOVE'Tis not that love is less or sorrow moreThan in the days when first these things began.Even then you doubted, and our hearts..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxv
THE SAME CONTINUEDOld memories are sweet, but these are newAnd smart like wounds yet green. But one there isWhich, for the cause that it was dear to..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxix
FAREWELL TO JULIETJuliet, farewell. I would not be forgivenEven if I forgave. These words must beThe last between us two in Earth or Heaven,The last..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxiv
THE SAME CONTINUEDYes, Spring is come, but joy alas is gone,--Gone ere we knew it, while our foolish eyes,Which should have watched its motions every..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxiii
REMINDING HER OF A PROMISEOh, Juliet, we have quarrelled with our fate,And fate has struck us. Wherefore do we cry?We prayed for liberty, and now too..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxii
EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCEWhy do we fret at the inconstancyOf our frail hearts, which cannot always love?Time rushes onward, and we mortals moveLike..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxxi
TO ONE WHO LOVED HIMI cannot love you, love, as you love me,In singleness of soul, and faith untried:I have no faith in any destiny,In any Heaven..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxx
THE RELIGION OF LOVESo thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heartWhat care I for the rest, for good or ill?What for the peace of soul good deeds..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxviii
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTIONWhy should I hate you, love, or why despiseFor that last proof of tenderness you gave?The battle is not always to the..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxvii
ASKING THE FULFILMENT OF HER LOVEI ask for love who famished am in plenty,Not scorning the dear manna of your tearsBut being vexed with that too..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xxvi
THE SAME--A CHRISTMAS SONNETSince thou hast given me these, Juliet, given me these,There have been tidings told of a great joy,Of peace on Earth..
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