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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 7, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, paris, paris! What an echo rings Last Line: With her broad roads and pleasant paths to hell. | |||
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings Still in those syllables of vain delight! What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings Of Mænad laughters pulsing through the night! How bravely her streets smile on me! How bright Her shops, her houses, fair sepulchral things, Stored with the sins of men forgotten quite, The loves of mountebanks, the lusts of kings! What message has she to me on this day Of my new life? Shall I, a pilgrim wan, Sit at her board and revel at her play, As in the days of old? Nay, this is done. It cannot be; and yet I love her well With her broad roads and pleasant paths to Hell. | 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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