Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Old Squire
I LIKE the hunting of the hare Better than that of the fox; I like the joyous morning air, And the crowing of the cocks. I like the calm of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcviii
SONNET IN ASSONANCEA thousand bluebells blossom in the wood,Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses,And guarded well from every wanton foot,A treasure..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcvi
ON THE SHORTNESS OF TIMEIf I could live without the thought of death,Forgetful of time's waste, the soul's decay,I would not ask for other joy than..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcv
HE IS NOT A POETI would not, if I could, be called a poet.I have no natural love of the ``chaste muse.''If aught be worth the doing I would..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcix
YOUTHYouth, ageless youth, the old gods' attribute!--To inherit cheeks a--tingle with such bloodAs wood nymphs blushed, who to the first--blown..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciv
A YEAR AGOA year ago I too was proud of May,I too delighted in the blackbird's song.When the sun shone my soul made holiday.When the rain fell I felt..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xciii
A DISAPPOINTMENTSpring, of a sudden, came to life one day.Ere this, the Winter had been cold and chill.That morning first the Summer air did fillThe..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xcii
WRITTEN IN DISTRESSWe sometimes sit in darkness. I long whileHave sat there, in a shadow as of death.My friends and comforters no longer smile,And..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Xc
THE PRIDE OF UNBELIEFWhen I complained that I had lost my hopeOf life eternal with the eternal God;When I refused to read my horoscopeIn the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxviii
THE SAME CONTINUEDThere were two with thee in thine agony,I and another. In that hour supremeWe stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee,Waiting till..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDThy ways were not my ways. Thy life was peace,And mine has been a battle. Thou didst storeThy soul's wealth sternly to a sure..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxvi
THE SAME CONTINUEDIt is not true the dead unhonoured wereIf they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own,And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxv
THE SAME CONTINUEDThese flowers shall be my offering, living flowersWhich here shall die with you in sacrifice,Flowers from the empty fields which..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxix
THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGEThere is a vice in the world's reasoning. ManHas conquered knowledge. He has conquered power;He has traced out the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Lxxxiv
IN ANNIVERSARIO MORTISIf I can bring no tribute of fresh tearsTo mingle with the dust which covers thee;If in this latest dawn of evil yearsMy rebel..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxiv
A LATER DEDICATIONTo her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one,Who the inspirer is of my new praise,Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon,I walked..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxiii
TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETSThis is the book. For evil and for good,What my life was in it is written plain.These are no dreams, but things of flesh and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cxi
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABSChildren of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,But still forever children; at the doorOf Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,And..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cx
THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALEDHow the earth burns! Each pebble underfootIs as a living thing with power to wound.The white sand quivers, and the footfall..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cviii
A FOREST IN BOSNIASpirit of Trajan! What a world is here,What remnant of old Europe in this wood,Of life primaeval rude as in the yearWhen thy first..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDClutching the brink with hands and feet and knees,With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim,A part thyself and parcel of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cvi
THE SUBLIMETo stand upon a windy pinnacle,Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon,And underfoot a valley terribleAs that dim gulf, where sense and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cv
PALAZZO PAGANIThis is the house where, twenty years ago,They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gateWould lead you to the terrace, and belowTo a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Civ
THE SAME CONTINUEDO world, in very truth thou art too young,They gave thee love who measured out thy skies,And, when they found for thee another..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Cii
THE VENUS OF MILOWhat art thou? Woman? Goddess? Aphrodite?Yet never such as thou from the cold foamOf ocean, nor from cloudy heaven might come,Who..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt