Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 14, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To-day there is no cloud upon thy face Last Line: A chair where a fool sat, and he is gone! | ||||||||
To-day there is no cloud upon thy face, Paris, fair city of romance and doom! Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace Lives of their tears for us who after come. All is forgottenthy high martyrdom, Thy rage, thy vows, thy vauntings, thy disgrace, With those who died for thee to beat of drum, And those who lived to see thee kingdomless. Indeed thou art a woman in thy mirths, A woman in thy griefs which leave thee young, A prudent virgin still, despite the births Of these sad prodigies thy bards have sung. What to thy whoredoms is a vanished throne? A chair where a fool sat, and he is gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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