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 Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: Ci
THE SAME CONTINUEDBut thou didst come upon him ere he wist,A silent highwayman, and take his allAnd leave him naked, when the night should fallAnd..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iv: Vita Nova: C
AGEO Age, thou art the very thief of joy,For thou hast rifled many a proud foolOf all his passions, hoarded by a ruleOf stern economy. Him, yet a..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxxii
HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER LIFEI am tired of folly, tired of my own ways,Love is a strife. I do not want to strive.If I had foes I now would make my..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxxi
TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONGWhy do I cling to thee, sad love? Too longThou bringest me neither pleasure to my soulNor profit to my reason save..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxx
TO ONE UNFORGOTTENYou are not false perhaps, as lovers sayMeaning the act,--Alas, that guilt was mine.Nor, maybe, have you bowed at other shrineThan..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxviii
COLD COMFORTThere is no comfort underneath the sun.Youth turns to age; riches are quickly spent;Pride breeds us pain, our pleasures punishment.The..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxvii
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?Oh who would live again to suffer loss?Once in my youth I battled with my fate,Grudging my days to death. I would have wonA..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxvi
THE SAME CONTINUEDAnd who shall tell what ignominy deathHas yet in store for us; what abject fearsEven for the best of us; what fights for..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxv
THE SAME CONTINUEDAnd then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.We grow a little poorer day by..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxix
AMOUR OBLIGEI could forgive you, dearest, all the follyYour heart has dreamed. Alas, as we grow old,We need more vigorous cures for melancholy,A..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxiv
THE MOCKERY OF LIFEGod! What a mockery is this life of ours!Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,Most like an excrement, and weeping..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxiii
TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUSTIf I was angry once that you refusedThe bread I asked and offered me a stone,Deeming the rights of bounty thus..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxxii
FROM THE FRENCH OF ANVERSMy heart has its secret, my soul its mystery,A love which is eternal begotten in a day.The ill is long past healing. Why..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxx
ON READING THE MEMOIRS OF M. D'ARTAGNANWhy was I born in this degenerate age?Or rather why, a thousand times, with soulOf such degenerate stuff that..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxviii
THE SAME CONTINUEDAgain Love left you. With appealing eyesYou watched him go, and lips apart to speak.He left you, and once more the sun did riseAnd..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxvii
THE SAME CONTINUEDYour youth flowed on, a river chaste and fair,Till thirty years were written to your name.A wife, a mother, these the titles..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxvi
THE THREE AGES OF WOMANLove, in thy youth, a stranger, knelt to thee,With cheeks all red and golden locks all curled,And cried, ``Sweet..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxv
TO ONE WHO SPOKE ILL OF HIMWhat is your quarrel with me, in love's name,Fair queen of wrath? What evil have I done,What treason to the thought of our..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxv
TO ONE WHO SPOKE ILL OF HIMWhat is your quarrel with me, in love's name,Fair queen of wrath? What evil have I done,What treason to the thought of our..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxix
SIBYLLINE BOOKSWhen first, a boy, at your fair knees I kneeled,'Twas with a worthy offering. In my handMy young life's book I held, a volume..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxiv
HE APPEALS AGAINST HIS BONDIn my distress Love made me sign a bond,A cruel bond. 'Twas by necessityWrung from a foolish heart, alas, too fond,Too..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lxi
TO ONE EXCUSING HIS POVERTYAh! love, impute it not to me a sinThat my poor soul thus beggared comes to thee.My soul a pilgrim was, in search of..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lviii
TO ONE ON HER WASTE OF TIMEWhy practise, love, this small economyOf your heart's favours? Can you keep a kissTo be enjoyed in age? And would the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lvii
ON A LOST OPPORTUNITYWe might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.Once only in our lives before the gateOf Paradise we stood, one fortunate..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Iii: Gods And False Gods: Lvi
TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NOT LOVEAs one who, in a desert wanderingAlone and faint beneath a pitiless sky,And doubting in his heart if he shall bringHis..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt