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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Honoured I lived e'erwhile with honoured men Last Line: Fences our weakness from the wolves of old! Subject(s): Dishonor; Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts | |||
Honoured I lived e'erwhile with honoured men In opulent state. My table nightly spread Found guests of worth, peer, priest and citizen, And poet crowned, and beauty garlanded. Nor these alone, for hunger too I fed, And many a lean tramp and sad Magdalen Passed from my doors less hard for sake of bread. Whom grudged I ever purse or hand or pen? To-night, unwelcomed at these gates of woe I stand with churls, and there is none to greet My weariness with smile or courtly show Nor, though I hunger long, to bring me meat. God! what a little accident of gold Fences our weakness from the wolves of old! | 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 |
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