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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 20, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Enough, dear paris! We have laughed together Last Line: Too sad to love thee, and alas! Too wise. | |||
Enough, dear Paris! We have laughed together, 'Tis time that we should part, lest tears should come. I must fare on from winter and rough weather And the dark tempests chained within Time's womb. Southwards I go. Each footstep marks the tomb Of a dead pleasure. Melun, Fontainebleau, How shall I name them with the ghosts that roam In their deserted streets of long ago? I will not stop to weep. Before me lie Lands larger in their purpose, and with dreams Peopled more purely; and to these I fly For ever from life's idler stratagems. France! thy white hand I kiss in suppliant guise, Too sad to love thee, and alas! too 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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