Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet's Biography First Line: O age, thou art the very thief of joy Last Line: And taste the sweet fruits of a sober life. | ||||||||
O Age, thou art the very thief of joy, For thou hast rifled many a proud fool Of all his passions, hoarded by a rule Of stern economy. Him, yet a boy, Harsh wisdom governed. Others turned to toy With lusty passion. He was chaste and cool As a young Dorian in Lycurgus' school. Ah me, that thou such souls shouldst dare annoy. Thus did he gather him a store of pleasure, Nor cared to touch what he so hardly won, But led long years of solitary strife; And, when the rest should have consumed their treasure, He thought to sit him in the evening sun And taste the sweet fruits of a sober life. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!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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