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 Ii: To Juliet: Xliii
THE SAME CONTINUEDI do not love you. To have said this onceHad seemed to both of us a monstrous lie,An idle boast, love's last extravaganceOr the..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xlii
THE SAME CONTINUEDWe vex each other with our presence, IBy my regrets and by my mocking face,You by your laughter and mad gaiety,And both by cruel..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xli
THE SAME CONTINUEDWe may not meet. I could not for pride's sakeDissemble further, and I suffer pain,A palpable distinct and physical ache,When our..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Xl
THE SAME CONTINUED'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by deathOr man's device, but by our own mad will,We who have stood together on life's..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Liii
THE SAME CONTINUEDFarewell, then. It is finished. I forgoWith this all right in you, even that of tears.If I have spoken hardly, it will showHow much..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Lii
THE SAME CONTINUEDLame, impotent conclusion to youth's dreamsVast as all heaven! See, what glory liesEntangled here in these base stratagems,What..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part Ii: To Juliet: Li
THE SAME CONTINUEDWe planted love, and lo it bred a broodOf lusts and vanities and senseless joys.We planted love, and you have gathered foodOf every..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xxi
HIS BONDAGE TO MANON IS BROKENFrom this day forth I lead another life,Another life! A life without a tear!To--day has ended the unequal strife;My..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xx
ON FALLING ILL THROUGH GRIEFTruce to thee, Soul! I have a debt to pay,Which I acknowledge and without thy pleading.I like thee little that thou..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xviii
HE LAMENTS THAT HIS LOVE IS DEADMy love is dead, dead and in spite of me,--Dead while I lived,--while yet my blood was rifeWith hope and pleasure and..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xvii
JOY'S TREACHERYI had a live joy once and pampered her,For I had brought her from the ``golden East,''To lie when nights were cold upon my..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xvi
HE ARGUES WITH HIS LIFEMy life, what strange mad garments hast thou on,Now that I see thee truly and am wise!Thou wild, lost Proteus, strangling and..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xv
COMPLAINING THAT HE HAD FALLEN AMONG THIEVESOh, Lytton, I have gambled with my soul,And, like a spendthrift, pawned my heritageTo pitiless Jews, and..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xix
HE PROTESTS, NOTWITHSTANDING, HIS LOVETo be cast forth from the fair light of heavenInto the outer darkness and there lie,Through unrecorded years of..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xiv
HE HAS FALLEN FROM THE HEIGHT OF HIS LOVELove, how ignobly hast thou met thy doom!Ill--seasoned scaffolding by which, full--fraughtWith passionate..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xiii
HE DARES NOT DIEFour hours by the clock! How strange it is! Four hoursSince love and life, the future and the past,Died with the shutting of these..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xii
ON READING CERTAIN LETTERSReading these lines, this record of lost daysWhere I am not, and yet where love has been,This tale of passions consecrate..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: X
ON HER FORGIVENESS OF A WRONGThis is not virtue. To forgive were greatIf love were in the issue and not gold.But wrongs there are 'tis treason to..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Viii
AS TO HIS CHOICE OF HERIf I had chosen thee, thou shouldst have beenA virgin proud, untamed, immaculate,Chaste as the morning star, a saint, a..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Vii
ON HER VANITYWhat are these things thou lovest? Vanity.To see men turn their heads when thou dost pass;To be the signboard and the..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Vi
IN PRAISE OF HIS FATEWhen I hear others speak of this and thatIn our fools' lives which might have better gone,Complaining idly of too niggard..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: V
ON THE POWER OF HER BEAUTYI am lighthearted now. An hour agoThere was a tempest in my heaven, a flameOf sullen lightning under a bent browAnd a dull..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Ix
ON HER WAYWARDNESSThis is rank slavery. It better wereTo till the thankless earth with sweat of brow,Following dull oxen 'neath a goad of careTo a..
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I
TO ONE IN A HIGH POSITIONTo you, a poet, glorious, heaven--born,One who is not a poet but a sonOf the earth earthy, sick and travel--wornAnd weary..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. September
FEAST OF ST. PARTRIDGEThe only saint in all our calendarIs good St. Partridge. 'Tis his feast to--day,The happiest day of all a happy year,And..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt