Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A heritage for ever. Such a sleep Last Line: And knocking at the doors of his own home. | ||||||||
A heritage for ever. Such a sleep Came upon Adrian and such a dream, As in the shade he lay a weary heap. For, while he rested, still it seemed to him He rode towards the city of his love, Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold, In his soothed bosom Hope, a brooding dove, Had made again her nest, and manifold Fair pleasures round him seemed to perch and sing Like wild birds in the branches overhead, And his heart leaped in joy with everything, As in the days ere yet his joys were dead, Until he found himself, it seemed, in Rome And knocking at the doors of his own home. | 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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