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").
Oh, Fly Not, Pleasure
Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant--hearted Pleasure.Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay.For my heart no measureKnows nor other treasureTo buy a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh For A Day Of Spring
Oh for a day of Spring,A day of flowers and folly,Of birds that pipe and singAnd boyhood's melancholy!I would not grudge the laughter,The tears that..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O For A Soul
O for a soul surrendered of all guile!A plain white soul with nothing on it writ,No creed of mockery to make men smile,No boast of wisdom travestied..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Not A Word
Love, my heart is faint with waiting,Faint with hope and joy deferred,All night long at this sad grating,Sleepless like a prisoned bird,Singing..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Night On Our Lives
Night on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fallen!Be they who can deceived. I dare not look before.See, sad years, to your own; your little wealth..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
New Things Are Best
What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet?Life's art is to forget, and last year's sowingCast in Time's furrow with the storm winds..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxxi
Rather I hold with those that tell it thus,That they, who had made proof of their great faith,Were joined no less with honour in love's houseBy Holy..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxx
Thus was Natalia loved and lost and won.Some say that Adrian, having gained the goalOf his long hopes, and being of those who runToo lightly for..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxviii
Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;If that her kinsmen should thy deed discoverIll might it fare..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxvii
She wakes, she breathes, she rises from her bed,That bed of death where she has lain so long;The flowers they set there fall from her fair..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxvi
Yet so it was. Adrian had hardly setHis lips to those cold lips where death had been,His eyes those clammy eyelids scarce had wetWith his warm tears..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxv
Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seemsSo hard a master when he holds his prize,Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagemsOf beauty's power, nor..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxix
He bore her to his home 'twixt life and death,By mute connivance of the slumbering streets,Bore her redeemed to a new world of breathAnd peace..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxiv
And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mouldA pick and spade cast down by accident.And Adrian laughed when in those engines coldHe guessed the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxiii
But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,A silent man..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxii
The thought of night consoled him. To his visionNatalia was dead only in false death,The sleeping treason of some false misprision,Some silent..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxi
But when they had gone past him every one,With new resolve begotten of his dream,Adrian arose and followed where the stoneYawned for his love, and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xx
Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adrian's pleasure,That it had earned for him such bitterness?What his soul's pride that its new tender measureShould..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xviii
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,Natalia's lord, in all complacent graceLooked on approving of her act when sheStepped forward with her face to..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xvii
Nor yet in vain. For to him through the routBehold, 'mid herald whispers of her nameAnd laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,Natalia's self..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xvi
Among the rest ('twas thus his dream went onWhile Adrian slept) in more than courteous moodAnd smiling welcome, fairer scarce was none,That noble..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xv
Anon, ere yet his pleasure was awareOf other presence with him in that place,A growing murmur in the jubilant air,With hum of voices gathering..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xix
And still the music sounded near and near,Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way,Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer,But gathering strength and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xiii
A heritage for ever. Such a sleepCame upon Adrian and such a dream,As in the shade he lay a weary heap.For, while he rested, still it seemed to himHe..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xii
He slept as only under the free heavenIt is given to sleep, a slumber shadowlessAs the broad river to whose banks at evenThat spirit comes which..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt