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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 21, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To switzerland, the land of lakes and snow Last Line: To find earth fortunate, and man forlorn. | |||
To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow, And ancient freedom of ancestral type, And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow, And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe! See, I am come. And here in vineyards, ripe With sweet white grapes, I will sit down and read Once more the loves of Rousseau, till I wipe My eyes in tenderness for names long dead. This is the birthplace of all sentiment, The fount of modern tears. These hills in me Stir what still lives of fancy reverent For Mother Nature. Here Time's minstrelsy Awoke, some century since, one sunny morn, To find Earth fortunate, and Man forlorn. | 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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