Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 30, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis time I stepped from horeb to the plain Last Line: "here wise men long have lived, and live to-day." Subject(s): Italy; Italians | ||||||||
'Tis time I stepped from Horeb to the plain. Mountains, farewell. I need a heavier air. Youth's memories are not good for souls in pain, And each new age has its own meed of care. Farewell, sad Alps, you are my barrier Now to the North, and hold my passions slain For all life's vultures, as I downward fare To a new land of love which is not vain. How staid is Italy! No gardened rose Scattering its leaves is chaster than she is. No cloister stiller, no retreat more close. There is a tameness even in her seas On which white towns look down, as who should say, "Here wise men long have lived, and live to-day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT 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 |
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