Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis time, my soul, thou shouldst be purged of pride Last Line: And leave thee if thou couldst, to face men's frown! Subject(s): Humility; Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts | ||||||||
'Tis time, my soul, thou shouldst be purged of pride. What men are these with thee, whose ill deeds done Make thee thus shrink from them and be denied? They are but as thou art, each mother's son A convict in transgression. Here is one, Sayest thou, who struck his fellow and he died. And yet he weeps hot tears. Do thy tears run? This other thieved, yet clasps Christ crucified. Where is thy greater virtue? Thinkest thou sin Is but crime's record on the judgment seat? Or must thou wait for death to be bowed down? Oh for a righteous reading which should join Thy deeds together in an accusing sheet, And leave thee if thou couldst, to face men's frown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECULAR GAMES by RICHARD HOWARD WHAT DID YOU SEE? by FANNY HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WORK IN PROGRESS by CHARLES MARTIN THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS 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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