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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 41. FAREWELL TO JULIET (3), by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We may not meet. I could not for pride's sake Last Line: To move me still? A trick, and nothing else! | |||
We may not meet. I could not for pride's sake Dissemble further, and I suffer pain, A palpable distinct and physical ache, When our eyes meet by accident, and when I hear you talk in your pathetic strain Which always moved me. Only yesterday, As I was standing with a crowd of men In the long corridor, you came my way And chanced to stop, and thus by chance I heard A score of phrases uttered in that sad Half-suppliant voice which once my spirit stirred To its foundations. Yet your theme was glad— Strangers your hearers. What was in these spells To move me still? A trick, and nothing else! | 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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