Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Born in August 17, 1840 / Died in September 10, 1922 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXIX
... Which had outwitted grief and proved her fool ...
A Cuckoo Song
... Endeth our night plaint only when, through the wild wood, ...
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVII
... Love seeks its price, but friendship has a fashion ...
The Days Of Our Youth
... Is there not light in my eyes to--night more light than the dreamlight ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVIII
... We could see Thy dumb lips open as to either name ...
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
... He that would love must follow with shut eyes ...
"Sed Nos Qui Vivimus"
... And the sun strikes with might, and the skins shrink which hold his blessing, ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCII
... Night is wise And joy a sun which never guessed the stars ...
Requiescit
... and then-- This aching head of mine will have done with thought ...
Oh For A Day Of Spring
... And deeds the truth would fashion! ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVI
... Since thou hast given me these, Juliet, given me these, ...
The Stealing Of The Mare - VIII
... depart, who straightway agreed, and gave to Alia all manner of convenience and gifts for the journey ...
Why Do I Love?
... With passionate words which yet--how strange!--are hers, ...
If I Had Known You
... If you had touched me then with your dear laughter, ...
For Thee
... Of sorrow's scourging and grief's crown of care ...
