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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 17, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For lo! The nations, the imperial nations Last Line: The weak from wrong, and pity is asleep. | |||
For lo! the nations, the imperial nations Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing, Sitting thus blindly in their generations, Serving an idol for their God and King. Blindly they rage together, worshipping Their lusts of cunning, and their lusts of gold; Trampling the hearts of all too weak to bring Alms to their Baal which is bought and sold. And lo! there is no refuge, none but Baal For man's best help, and the mute recreant earth Drinks in its children's blood, and hears their wail, And deals no vengeance on its last foul birth; And there is found no hand to ward or keep The weak from wrong, and Pity is asleep. | 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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