Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 1, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh! Woe is me for beauty idly blown! Last Line: Death will not spare what thou hast spared to prove. | ||||||||
OH! woe is me for beauty idly blown! And woe for passionate youth and joys that wait! And woe for foolish love that is undone By woman's fear, and fortune come too late! And woe for empty words and hours that were Squandered in weeping! Woe, because of Death Who was at hand, and, while joy languished near Fearing to enter, quickly from its sheath Drew out his sword and laid its point unto That virgin breast, and there in stern embrace Did all that happiness had dared not do, Rifling the treasures of that holy place, And heeding not Love's shriek. Alas, poor Love! Death will not spare what thou hast spared to prove. | 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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