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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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIX

... Let him--. But lo, thou speakest: ``Not with these ...

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVII

... When each must learn his life and leave his home ...

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She Shall Not Guess

... In vain would ask, no tell--tale breath should stir ...

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A Woman’s Sonnets: IX

... Have patience with me then for this short space ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II

... Sometimes I hear it whispering with strange voice, ...

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Couplets In Praise

... Evening and morning still watch your feet shod with dew, ...

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVII

... But you turn my head with your John the Baptist's face ...

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How Grey The World Was

... See, the white chairs dance round me pleasure--driven, ...

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To Hester On The Stair

... Now you stand in your strange fashion ...

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In The Night

... --Misery! Is there not room enough beneath the sun ...

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The Eviction

... 'Tis time thou shouldst thy holding yield, ...

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. September

... Striding the close--shorn stubbles ranked in line, ...

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVI

... This Rome I fain would love, though darkly hid ...

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXV

... Flowers from the empty fields which once were yours ...

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God Is My Witness

... And ceaseless still through years that do not cease ...