Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13), by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We planted love, and lo it bred a brood Last Line: Folly red-cheeked but rotten to the core. | ||||||||
We planted love, and lo it bred a brood Of lusts and vanities and senseless joys. We planted love, and you have gathered food Of every bitter herb which fills and cloys. Your meat is loud excitement and mad noise, Your wine the unblest ambition of command O'er hearts of men, of dotards, idiots, boys. These are the playthings fitted to your hand, These are your happiness. You weep no more, But I must weep. My Heaven has been defiled. My sin has found me out and smites me sore, And folly, justified of her own child, Rules all the empire where love reigned of yore, Folly red-cheeked but rotten to the core. | 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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