Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 33, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: So I, I am ashamed of my old life Last Line: The old world plods the rut of centuries. | ||||||||
So I, I am ashamed of my old life, Here in this saintly presence of days gone, Ashamed of my weak heart's unmeaning strife, Its loves, its lusts, its battles lost and won, And its long search of pleasure 'neath the sun, And its scant courage to endure the knife, And its vain longing for good deeds undone, Ending in bitter words with railing rife. I am unworthy, yet am comforted, As one who driving o'er long trackless roads Of brake and rock and briar with footsore steed And springless chariot, searching for vain gods, Finds the high-road before him, where at ease The old world plods the rut of centuries. | 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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