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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away Last Line: Paris, the golden city of our soul. | |||
Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away! Who said that care behind the horseman sits? The train to Paris, as it flies to-day, Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits. Who stops for sorrows? Who for his lost wits, His vanished gold, his loves of yesterday, His vexed ambitions? See, the landscape flits Bright in his face, and fleeter far than they. Away! away! Our mother Earth is wide; And our poor lives and loves of what avail? All life is here; and here we sit astride On her broad back, with Hope's white wings for sail, In search of fortune and that glorious goal, Paris, the golden city of our soul. | 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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