Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN INSCRIPTION, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: At this fair oak table sat Last Line: Dumb when we have ceased to weep. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
AT this fair oak table sat Whilom he our Laureate, Poet, handicraftsman, sage, Light of our Victorian age, William Morris, whose art's plan Laid its lines in ample span, Wrought it, trestle board and rib, With good help of Philip Webb, For an altar of carouse In his own home, the Red House. Thirty years and five here he Made good cheer and company, Feasting all with more than bread. Had men stored the things he said, Jests profound and foolings wise, Truths unliveried of lies, Basenesses chastised and set Like hounds slain beneath his feet, Knowledge prodigally poured, His best wine, at this free board; Nay, if but the crumbs he shed Nightly round of heart and head Gleaned had we, not this good hall Half the wonders might install, Wit's wealth lost, which now must sleep Dumb when we have ceased to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT 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 |
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