Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I will release my soul of argument Last Line: Here is a truth undreamed of solomon. | ||||||||
I will release my soul of argument. He that would love must follow with shut eyes. My reason of the years was discontent, My treasure for all hope a vain surmise. I will have done with wisdom's sophistries, Her insolence of wit. What man shall say He comfort takes in the short hour that dies, Because he knew it mortal yesterday? The tree of knowledge bears a bitter fruit. This is that other tree, whose branches hold Fair store of faith, peace, pity absolute, And deeds of virtue for a world grown cold. If by its fruits the tree of life be known, Here is a truth undreamed of Solomon. | 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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