Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 9, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: These were in truth brave days. From our high perch Last Line: The sense of death and beauty overhead. | ||||||||
These were in truth brave days. From our high perch, The box-seat of our travelling chariot, then We children spied the world 'twas ours to search, And mocked like birds at manners and at men. What wonders we beheld, Havre, Rouen, Caen, The Norman caps, the Breton crowds in church, The loyal Loire, the valorous Vendéen, And all the Revolution left in lurch That very yearthings old as Waterloo. But when we neared the mountains crowned with snows, And heard the torrents roar, our wonder grew Over our wit, and a new pleasure rose Wild in our hearts, and stopped our tongues with dread, The sense of death and beauty overhead. | 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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