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").
Giacinta
Giacinta sat upon the garden wallAmong the autumn lilies, and let fallTheir crimson petals on her lover's head,And laughed because her little hands..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ghost Of The Beautiful Past
Ghost of the beautiful past, of the days long gone, of a queen, of a fair sweet woman.Ghost with the passionate eyes, how proud, yet not too proud to..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Friendship’s Black And White
Romance is writ for me with many namesOf fair loved faces, each page a designBlazoned and tinctured, this with saffron flamesEnshrining fancy, that..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
For Thee
What woes are thereI would not choose to bearFor thy dear sake?Curses were blest, the acheOf sorrow's scourging and grief's crown of care.All pain..
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Farewell Dark Gaol
Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better heartsThan in this savage world I thought to find.I do not love you nor the fraudulent artsBy which men..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxviii
``I do not doubt it. You have a look of truthWhich is beyond suspicion. But the worldIs as full of knaves as fools. You have your youthAnd I..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxvii
She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind,And growing serious sighed, ``Now look,'' she said,``You think me a mad woman..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxvi
She watched me curiously with mocking eyes,Yet tenderly, till once again her mirthPrevailed with her, and quick in feigned surpriseThrusting me back..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxv
``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''She added strangely, in a softer mood.``You see I am not angry. Do you..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxix
``We shall be friends. How friends? You must know me first.What? Like the Pont Neuf? Should you wish it? Well,None ever yet repented it who..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxiv
She saw me in an instant, and stopped shortWith a sudden change of look from fierce to gay.Her black eyes gleamed with triumph as they caught,Like..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxiii
Such was the legend. I had read it throughTwice ere I thought of thinking what it meant.And as I turned with a sigh because I knewThat I alone..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxii
I had stopped to read a handbill of the play,Caught by the lettering. Thus it was I read,``Programme of this night's pieces, SaturdayThe..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxi
The booths were shut. The Fair was at an end,And the crowd gone with multitudinous feetNoisily home, or lingering still to spendAt Café doors or at..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxx
Thus was my soul enfranchised. But anon,With courage fired to full--fledged enterprise,And pushing still the vantage I had won,I sought communion..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxviii
The summer I had passed in my own fashionHigh in the Alps, a proselyte to toil.I was released and free, and spent my passionOn the bare rocks as on a..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxvii
At such a time indeed of youth's first morn,There is a heaving of the soul in pain,A mighty labour as of joys unborn,Which grieves it and disquiets..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxvi
I linger on the threshold of my youth.If you could see me now as then I was,A fair--faced frightened boy with eyes of truthScared at the world yet..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxv
My childhood, then, had passed a mysteryShrouded by death, my boyhood a shut thing.The passion of my soul as it grew freeWith growing youth, a bird..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxix
A glorious triumph. On that day of daysWhen, standing on the summit's utmost edgeOf my first mountain--top, I viewed the mazeWhich I had travelled..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiv
Thus through these griefs I had been set apart,As for a double priesthood. Life to me,In those first moments when I probed my heart,Less an..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiii
Nor later, when with her my childhood died,Was life less sealed to me. The Church becameMy guardian next and mother deified,Who lit within me a more..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxii
You know the story of my birth, the nameWhich I inherited for good and ill,The secret of my father's fame and shame,His tragedy and death on that..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxi
If I have since done evil in my life,I was not born for evil. This I know.My soul was a thing pure from sensual strife.No vice of the blood..
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xviii
Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heartI could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.You stand at my life's threshold in the partOf king's chief..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt