Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 16, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I jest Last Line: Her boast to man, of man's high brotherhood! | ||||||||
Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I jest. The France which has been, and shall be again, Is the most serious, and perhaps the best, Of all the nations which have power with men. France only of the nations has this plain Thought in the world, to scorn hypocrisy, And by this token she shall purge the stain Of her sins yet, though these as scarlet be. Let her put off her folly! 'Tis a cloak Which hides her virtue. Let her foremost stand, The champion of all necks which feel the yoke, As once she stood sublime in every land. Let her forgo her Tonquins, and make good Her boast to man, of man's high brotherhood! | 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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