Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Born in August 17, 1840 / Died in September 10, 1922 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To One In A Hostile Camp
... Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVI
... With beat of drums, when hosts have marched to war ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIII
... Is thine, thy own great pleasure's counterpart ...
Butterflies
... Thou, in these meadows, while thy skies are blue, ...
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII
... In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown ...
Wilt Thou Take Me For Thy Slave?
... Oh thou dearer unto me than sun and stars and heaven! ...
On A Grave In The Forest
... Lest she should wake and find herself forsaken ...
The Camel-Rider
... The rain has purged their hearth--stones, and made smooth their floors ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVI
... Back from the world, to hide,--perhaps to sleep ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVI
... With scarce a thought of that which might have been ...
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XI
... As rest could lend till the day's heat should pass ...
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXIX
... In my hand My young life's book I held, a volume sealed, ...
To A Disciple Of William Morris
... Churl Fame shall grudge (ah, let it grudge!) thee glory ...
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII
... Drinks in its children's blood, and hears their wail, ...
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XX
... And in speed I went thus half through Lyons, loath to win ...
