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 Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDThy ways were not my ways. Thy life was peace,And mine has been a battle. Thou didst storeThy soul's wealth sternly to a sure..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxvi
THE SAME CONTINUEDIt is not true the dead unhonoured wereIf they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own,And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxv
THE SAME CONTINUEDThese flowers shall be my offering, living flowersWhich here shall die with you in sacrifice,Flowers from the empty fields which..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxix
THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGEThere is a vice in the world's reasoning. ManHas conquered knowledge. He has conquered power;He has traced out the..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxiv
IN ANNIVERSARIO MORTISIf I can bring no tribute of fresh tearsTo mingle with the dust which covers thee;If in this latest dawn of evil yearsMy rebel..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxiv
A LATER DEDICATIONTo her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one,Who the inspirer is of my new praise,Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon,I walked..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxiii
TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETSThis is the book. For evil and for good,What my life was in it is written plain.These are no dreams, but things of flesh and..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxi
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABSChildren of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,But still forever children; at the doorOf Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,And..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cx
THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALEDHow the earth burns! Each pebble underfootIs as a living thing with power to wound.The white sand quivers, and the footfall..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cviii
A FOREST IN BOSNIASpirit of Trajan! What a world is here,What remnant of old Europe in this wood,Of life primaeval rude as in the yearWhen thy first..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDClutching the brink with hands and feet and knees,With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim,A part thyself and parcel of..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cvi
THE SUBLIMETo stand upon a windy pinnacle,Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon,And underfoot a valley terribleAs that dim gulf, where sense and..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cv
PALAZZO PAGANIThis is the house where, twenty years ago,They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gateWould lead you to the terrace, and belowTo a..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Civ
THE SAME CONTINUEDO world, in very truth thou art too young,They gave thee love who measured out thy skies,And, when they found for thee another..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cii
THE VENUS OF MILOWhat art thou? Woman? Goddess? Aphrodite?Yet never such as thou from the cold foamOf ocean, nor from cloudy heaven might come,Who..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Ci
THE SAME CONTINUEDBut thou didst come upon him ere he wist,A silent highwayman, and take his allAnd leave him naked, when the night should fallAnd..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: C
AGEO Age, thou art the very thief of joy,For thou hast rifled many a proud foolOf all his passions, hoarded by a ruleOf stern economy. Him, yet a..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxxii
HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER LIFEI am tired of folly, tired of my own ways,Love is a strife. I do not want to strive.If I had foes I now would make my..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxxi
TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONGWhy do I cling to thee, sad love? Too longThou bringest me neither pleasure to my soulNor profit to my reason save..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxx
TO ONE UNFORGOTTENYou are not false perhaps, as lovers sayMeaning the act,--Alas, that guilt was mine.Nor, maybe, have you bowed at other shrineThan..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxviii
COLD COMFORTThere is no comfort underneath the sun.Youth turns to age; riches are quickly spent;Pride breeds us pain, our pleasures punishment.The..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxvii
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?Oh who would live again to suffer loss?Once in my youth I battled with my fate,Grudging my days to death. I would have wonA..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxvi
THE SAME CONTINUEDAnd who shall tell what ignominy deathHas yet in store for us; what abject fearsEven for the best of us; what fights for..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxv
THE SAME CONTINUEDAnd then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.We grow a little poorer day by..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxix
AMOUR OBLIGEI could forgive you, dearest, all the follyYour heart has dreamed. Alas, as we grow old,We need more vigorous cures for melancholy,A..
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