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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home, Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed. The things I love have all grown wearisome; The things that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	How shall I ransom me? The world without, Where once I lived in vain expense and noise, Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout, Back to its bosom...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet III Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	I will break through my bondage. Let me be Homeless once more, a wanderer on the Earth, Marked with my soul's sole care for company, Like Cain, lest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all That bound my grief to its ancestral ways. I have passed out, as from a funeral, From my dead home, and in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IX Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	These were in truth brave days. From our high perch, The box--seat of our travelling chariot, then We children spied the world 'twas ours to search,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	The physical world itself is a fair thing For who has eyes to see or ears to hear. To--day I fled on my new freedom's wind, With the first swallows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away! Who said that care behind the horseman sits? The train to Paris, as it flies to--day, Whirls its bold rider...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings Still in those syllables of vain delight! What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings Of Maenad laughters...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VIII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	I will sit down awhile in dalliance With my dead life, and dream that it is young. My earliest memories have their home in France, The chestnut woods...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Whence is our pleasure in things beautiful? We are not born with it, we do not know, By instinct of the eye or natural rule, That naked rocks are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Dear royal France! I fix the happy year At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier, Fresh from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	And what strange sights have these threewindows seen, Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries! What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen, Since first...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIV Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	To--day there is no cloud upon thy face, Paris, fair city of romance and doom! Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace Lives of their tears for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIX Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Alas, that words like these should be but folly! Behold, the Boulevard mocks, and I mock too. Let us away and purge our melancholy With the last...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XL Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Here therefore ends my sad soul's pilgrimage, In tears for sin and half--redeemed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XV Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	For thus it is. You flout at kings to--day. To--morrow in your pride you shall stoop low To a new tyrant who shall come your way, And serve him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVI Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I jest. The France which has been, and shall be again, Is the most serious, and perhaps the best, Of all the nations...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	For lo! the nations, the imperial nations Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing, Sitting thus blindly in their generations, Serving an idol for their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVIII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Therefore do thou at least arise and warn, Not folded in thy mantle, a blind seer, But naked in thy anger, and new--born, As in the hour when thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XX Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Enough, dear Paris! We have laughed together, 'Tis time that we should part, lest tears should come. I must fare on from winter and rough weather And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXI Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow, And ancient freedom of ancestral type, And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow, And venal echoes, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Unblest discovery of an age too real! They needed not the beauty of the Earth, Who held Heaven's hope for their supreme ideal, And found in worlds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Voltaire and Rousseau, these were thy twin priests, Proud Mother Nature, on thy opening day. The first with bitter gibes perplexed the feasts Of thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIV Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	And here too I, the latest fool of Time, Sad child of doubt and passionate desires, Touched with all pity, yet in league with crime, Watched the red...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow, Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind, But life's last indigence which dares not borrow One...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)