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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 50. FAREWELL TO JULIET (12), by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What have I done? What gross impiety Last Line: While there is justice on the earth to men. | |||
What have I done? What gross impiety Prompted my hand thus against God and good? Was there not joy on Earth enough for me That I must scale the Heaven where you stood, And with my sinful blood pollute your blood? You were the type of wise sweet sanctity, Of that unearthly half of womanhood Which well redeems the rest. Oh, Juliet, we Sinned in a temple, and our tears to-day Appeal in vain to Heaven which dares not hear. God is not always mocked. And thus we pay Our uttermost debt unheeded, tear on tear And scoff on scoff and sin heaped up on sin, While there is justice on the Earth to men. | 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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