Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 2, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How shall I ransom me? The world without Last Line: More than my soul can answer, and be wise. | ||||||||
How shall I ransom me? The world without, Where once I lived in vain expense and noise, Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout, Back to its bosom of forgotten joys? Sometimes I hear it whispering with strange voice, Asking, "Are we forever then cast out, The things that helped thee once in thy annoys, That thou despairest? Nay, away with doubt! Take courage to thy heart to heal its woes. It still shall beat as wildly as a boy's." This tempts me in the night-time, and I loose My soul to dalliance with youth's broken toys. Ay, wherefore suffer? In this question lies More than my soul can answer, and be wise. | 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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