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").
Three Pictures
I have seen many things in many lands,And many sorrows known and many joys,And clutched at pleasure's cup with lawless hands,And drunk my fill of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Think No More Of Me
Think no more of me,If we needs must part.Mine was but a heart.Think no more of me.Think no more of me.For Love's sake forget.Love grows hard which..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
They Shall Not Know
When thou art happy, thou dear heart of pleasure,Because men love thee and the feasts are spread,And Fortune in thy lap has poured her treasure,And..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Wisdom Of Merlyn
These are the time--words of Merlyn, the voice of his age recorded,All his wisdom of life, the fruit of tears in his youth, of joy in his..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Wind And The Whirlwind
I have a thing to say. But how to say it?I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?How shall I move a world by lamentation,A world which heeded not a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Wanderer’s Return
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,And weeds upon an aged weeper clingLike night upon a grave. The city there,Gaunt as a woman who has once..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Two Voices
There are two voices with me in the night,Easing my grief. The God of Israel saith,``I am the Lord thy God which vanquisheth.See that thou..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Two Highwaymen
I LONG have had a quarrel set with TimeBecause he robb'd me. Every day of lifeWas wrested from me after bitter strife:I never yet could see the sun..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Toad
O who shall tell us of the truth of things?The day was ending blood--red in the WestAfter a storm. The sun had smelted downAs in a furnace all the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Stricken Hart
The stricken hart had fled the brake,His courage spent for life's dear sake.He came to die beside the lake.The golden trout leaped up to view,The..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Stealing Of The Mare - I
In the name of God the Merciful, the Compassionate! He who narrateth this tale is Abu Obeyd, and he saith:When I took note and perceived that the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Soul’s Mutiny
I saw a galley passing to the West,Its silken sails aglow as if with blood,When the red sun dropped down into his nest,And hurled his level spears..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Rowfant Catalogue
Friends had he many, neighbours next to none.Rowfant and Crabbet lay few fields apart.Each Sunday saw him here, his church drill done,Duly stroll in..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Pre-Adamite World
Who shall declare the glory of the World,The natural World before Man's form was seen?Fair stainless planet through the heavens hurled,And clothed in..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Pleasures Of Love
I do not care for kisses. 'Tis a debtWe paid for the first privilege of love.These are the rains of April which have wetOur fallow hearts and forced..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Old Squire
I LIKE the hunting of the hare Better than that of the fox; I like the joyous morning air, And the crowing of the cocks. I like the calm of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcviii
SONNET IN ASSONANCEA thousand bluebells blossom in the wood,Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses,And guarded well from every wanton foot,A treasure..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcvi
ON THE SHORTNESS OF TIMEIf I could live without the thought of death,Forgetful of time's waste, the soul's decay,I would not ask for other joy than..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcv
HE IS NOT A POETI would not, if I could, be called a poet.I have no natural love of the ``chaste muse.''If aught be worth the doing I would..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcix
YOUTHYouth, ageless youth, the old gods' attribute!--To inherit cheeks a--tingle with such bloodAs wood nymphs blushed, who to the first--blown..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciv
A YEAR AGOA year ago I too was proud of May,I too delighted in the blackbird's song.When the sun shone my soul made holiday.When the rain fell I felt..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciii
A DISAPPOINTMENTSpring, of a sudden, came to life one day.Ere this, the Winter had been cold and chill.That morning first the Summer air did fillThe..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcii
WRITTEN IN DISTRESSWe sometimes sit in darkness. I long whileHave sat there, in a shadow as of death.My friends and comforters no longer smile,And..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xc
THE PRIDE OF UNBELIEFWhen I complained that I had lost my hopeOf life eternal with the eternal God;When I refused to read my horoscopeIn the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxviii
THE SAME CONTINUEDThere were two with thee in thine agony,I and another. In that hour supremeWe stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee,Waiting till..
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