Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Born in August 17, 1840 / Died in September 10, 1922 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII
... With the sad barrier that had marred their youth: ...
Ghost Of The Beautiful Past
... y knightly faith, by the fame of the King and the Table Round, and the souls of the Saints in glory! ...
Chanclebury Ring
... No other hue Can hence be seen, save here and there the brown ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCVI
... Watching the grass grow, and the wild flowers range ...
Fand, A Feerie Act II
... ere is tumult on the stage, and Manannan raises his harp high above his head, as if imposing silence ...
Song
... Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay, ...
The Pre-Adamite World
... If there was war in Heaven, peace reigned on Earth ...
The Stealing Of The Mare - VI
... t, and the oath that he had taken to Alia that he would return to her before going to his own people ...
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXV
... Who would not In this fair city be the fool of prayer ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIX
... As wood nymphs blushed, who to the first--blown flute ...
Le Roi Est Mort. Vive Le Roi!
... There rides a knight, new--armed and questing proud, ...
To Manon, Comparing Her To A Falcon
... With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey,&emsp ...
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
... Than all our toil and all our wealth twice told ...
The Stealing Of The Mare - I
... '' Now the ears of the tribe were filled with these sayings, and their mouths with the noise of them ...
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVIII
... An hundred years have passed since that fair day, ...
