Wilfrid Scawen Blunt image
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Born in August 17, 1840 / Died in September 10, 1922 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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Worth Forest

... Running back, Loud in their fear, with spectres on their track, ...

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Whom The Gods Love

... Learned what the rest had learned there, deemed like a boy with her ...

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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVII

... Knowing his love had triumphed o'er the grave ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LIV

... 'Twixt lambs and leopards, doves and hawks, that snow ...

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The Desert Wind

... Since when I search the Earth (sad Earth!) in vain to win ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLIII

... Here own at length the worm which cannot die, ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: VI

... --when among The loud world's gods my god is noised and sung, ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XX

... Before me lie Lands larger in their purpose, and with dreams ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LIX

... How loud the storm blew all that bitter night! ...

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Gratitude

... And mocked at all things less robust than crime, ...

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A Day In The Castle Of Envy

... Thinketh, though he should curse the skies, ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVII

... What are these clouds, these pillars of fire to me ...

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Antara

... now is his breast dyed with blood--drops, his star--front with fear of them! ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIX

... And where she writes, each night, with deathless hands, ...

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Youth And Knowledge

... What price, child, shall I pay for your bright eyes ...