Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HER NAME LIBERTY, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I thought to do a deed of chivalry Last Line: "yet was she fair, and her name ""liberty." Subject(s): Freedom; Liberty | ||||||||
I thought to do a deed of chivalry, An act of worth, which haply in her sight Who was my mistress should recorded be And of the nations. And, when thus the fight Faltered and men once bold with faces white Turned this and that way in excuse to flee, I only stood, and by the foeman's might Was overborne and mangled cruelly. Then crawled I to her feet, in whose dear cause I made this venture, and "Behold," I said, "How I am wounded for thee in these wars." But she, "Poor cripple, wouldst thou I should wed A limbless trunk?" and laughing turned from me. Yet was she fair, and her name "Liberty." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT 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 |
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