Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)


EN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once
We ride into still water and the
Of a sweet evening, screen'd by either
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Twenty Days

Twenty days are barely gone,
I was merry all the day
Folly was my butt of scorn
Now the fool myself I play
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LY not,
Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;  Fold me thy wings,
I prithee, yet and stay:      For my heart no measure      Knows, nor other
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St Valentines Day

AY, all day,
I rode upon the down,
With hounds and horsemen, a brave
On this side in its glory lay the sea,
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Laughter And Death

RE is no laughter in the natural world Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt Of their futurity to them unfurled Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout
The lion roars his solemn thunder out To the sleeping woods
The eagle s...
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To Manon On His Fortune In Loving Her

ID not choose thee, dearest
It was
That made the choice, not I
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The Desolate City

RK to me is the earth
Dark to me are the heavens
Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars
Desolate are the streets
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