Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 10, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Whence is our pleasure in things beautiful? Last Line: Beauty's last prodigy, a gentian blue. | ||||||||
Whence is our pleasure in things beautiful? We are not born with it, we do not know, By instinct of the eye or natural rule, That naked rocks are fairest, or flowers blow Best in their clefts, or that the world of snow Has other glory than of cold and ice. From our mother's hand we viewed these things below Senseless as goats which browse a precipice, Till we were taught to know them. With what tears I con the lessons now I learned so well, Of mountain shapes, from those dead lips of hers; And as she spoke, behold, a miracle Proving her words,for at our feet there grew, Beauty's last prodigy, a gentian blue. | 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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