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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 11, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: So in his agony at noon he came Last Line: Adrian o'erspent with sorrow soundly slept. | |||
So in his agony at noon he came, On the third day, to where without the walls Stood San Lorenzo with its front of flame, Where mourners wait the accustomed funerals. Here to a cypress having tied his steed, He lighted down sore weary on the grass, Seeking such comfort for his body's need As rest could lend till the day's heat should pass And no man stopped him, either friend or foe Or knight or citizen or friar or priest; Nor sought he more companionship of woe Than the dumb presence of his jaded beast. There, hidden in the shade where he had crept, Adrian o'erspent with sorrow soundly slept. | 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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