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").
My Only Title
My only title to her graceIs her sad, too silent face;All my right to call her mineThe twin tears that on it shine,Tears that tell of griefs long..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Moonstruck
I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once,As all boys love one face supremely fair.I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce,Let my..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Mitigations
My prison has its pleasures. Every dayAt breakfast--time, spare meal of milk and bread,Sparrows come trooping in familiar wayWith head aside..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Many Are Called
Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stressTo rise and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love’s Likenings
He.To what, love, shall I liken thee?Thou, methinks, shalt firstly beA blue flower with nodding bellsIn the hollow of a tree.When the wind blows..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love Rides Disguised
What name is his, thy knight's? Nay, ask it not.If fate should hear thee, child, what griefs might come.Love rides disguised. He fears a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love Me A Little
Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,Whether a draught it be of passionate winePoured with both hands divine,Or just a cup of water spiltOn dying..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love Is Master Still
Since that it may not be,The thing my soul desires,And that Love’s tenderer firesAre doomed to loss and Time’s sterility,Ours be it this one..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love Is Best
Dare all things for Love's sake, since love is best,Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deedsRebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,And trust to Love..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love In The Summer Hills
Love in the summer hills,With youth to mock at ills,And kisses sweet to cheatOur idle tears away.What else has Time in store,Till Life shall close..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love After Sorrow
Behold, this hour I love, as in the glory of morn.I too, the accursèd one, whom griefs pursueLike phantoms through a land of deaths forlorn,Have felt..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lilac And Gold And Green
Lilac and gold and green!Those are the colours I love the best,Spring's own raiment untouched and clean,When the world is awake and yet hardly..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
Long have I searched the Earth for libertyIn desert places and lands far abroadWhere neither Kings nor constables should be,Nor any law of Man, alas..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lebid
Gone are they the lost camps, light flittings, long sojourningsin Miná, in Gháula, Rijám left how desolate.Lost are they. Rayyán lies lorn with its..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Le Roi Est Mort. Vive Le Roi!
Why wait for Arthur? He too long has slept.He shall not hear you--no, nor heed your moan,More than the wail of those fair Queens that keptTheir watch..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Laughter And Death
THERE is no laughter in the natural worldOf beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubtOf their futurity to them unfurledHas dared to check the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jewelled Offering
Jewelled offering bring I none,Jade or pearl or precious stone,Urn of crystal, bale of spice,Unguent culled in Paradise,Dye how deep of rainbow..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jacinths And Jessamines
Jacinths and jessamines and jonquils sweet,All odorous pale flowers from Orient lands,No vain red roses strew I at thy feet,Emblems of grief and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ireland’s Vengeance
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.Thou shalt no..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In The Night
Where art thou, thou lost face,Which, yet a little while, wert making mirthAt these new years which seemed too sad to be?Where art thou fled which..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In Memoriam W.M & E.B.J.
Mad are we all, maids, men, young fools alike and old,All we that wander blind and want the with to dare.Dark through the world we go, dazed sheep..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If We Had Met
If we had met when leaves were green,And fate to us less hard had proved,And naught had been of what has been,We might have loved as none have..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I Had Known You
If I had known you--oh, if I had known you!In other days when youth and love were strong,I would have raised a temple to enthrone youOn some fair..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I Forget Thee
If I forget thee! How shall I forget thee?Sword of the mighty! Prince and Lord of War!Captive I bind meTo the spears that blind me,Rage in my heart..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I Will Smile No More
No, I will smile no more. If but for prideAnd the high record of these days of pain,I will not be as these, the uncrucifiedWho idly live and find..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt