Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 28, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet's Biography First Line: Yet it is pitiful how friendships die Last Line: With a true brother still, and hand in hand. Subject(s): Friendship | ||||||||
Yet it is pitiful how friendships die, Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows. Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly, Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house. Some vanish with fame got too glorious, And rapt to heaven in fiery chariots fly; And some are drowned in sloth and the carouse Of wedded joys and long love's tyranny. O ye, who with high-hearted valliance Deem truth eternal and youth's dreams divine, Keep ye from love and fame and the mischance Of other worship than the Muses nine. So haply shall you tread life's latest strand With a true brother still, and hand in hand. | Other Poems of Interest...YOU & I BELONG IN THIS KITCHEN by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JASON THE REAL by TONY HOAGLAND NO RESURRECTION by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 18 by JAMES JOYCE THE STONE TABLE by GALWAY KINNELL ALMSWOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNET: 10. TO A FRIEND by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |
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