Quotes from WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT

Let me prevail as of old, as lover, as lord, as king, or have done with Love's tyrant rule.

He who has once been happy is for aye Out of destruction's reach. His fortune then Holds nothing secret; and Eternity, Which is a mystery to other men, Has like a woman given him its joy.

With either soul or body lost, all perisheth.

Nature designed me for a life above The mere discordant dreams in which I live.

There is a tragedy in unloved years, And in those passionate hours by love deceived, In lips unkissed and hopes too soon bereaved, And youth's high courage which no strength could save, And manhood's web of fate by folly weaved, And grey-haired grief brought down into the grave. Who shall distinguish truly and be wise 'Twixt grief and grief, 'twixt night and night?

Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens. Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars? Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city. A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

Life is a play acted by dying men, Where, if its heroes seem to foot it well And go light-tongued without grimace of pain, Death will be found anon. And who shall tell Which part was saddest, or in youth or age, When the tired actor stops and leaves the stage?

I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even Better than all by this, that through my chase In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven I seem'd to see and follow still your face. Your face my quarry was. For it I rode, My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.

Oh, 'tis a terrible thing in early youth To be assailed by laughter and mute shame, A terrible thing to be befooled forsooth By one's own foolish face betrayed in flame.

Ay, this is the famed rock, which HerculesAnd Goth and Moor bequeathed us. At this doorEngland stands sentry.