Who is Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (17 August 1840 – 10 September 1922), sometimes spelled "Wilfred", was an English poet and writer. He and his wife, Lady Anne Blunt travelled in the Middle East and were instrumental in preserving the Arabian horse bloodlines through their farm, the Crabbet Arabian Stud. He was best known for his poetry, which was published in a collected edition in 1914, but also wrote a number of political essays and polemics. Blunt is also known for his views against imperialism, viewed as relatively enlightened for his time.

Early life Blunt was born at Petworth House in Sussex and served in the Diplomatic Service from 1858 to 1869. He was raised in the faith of his mother, a Catholic convert, and educated at Twyford School, Stonyhurst, and at St ...
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

  • The Old Squire
    I LIKE the hunting of the hare
    Better than that of the fox;
    I like the joyous morning air,
    And the crowing of the cocks. ...
  • Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xviii
    Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart
    I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.
    You stand at my life's threshold in the part
    Of king's chief jester in the ante--room, ...
  • Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Vi
    The Lyons fair! In truth it was a Heaven
    For idlers' eyes, a feast of curious things,
    Swings, roundabouts, and shows, the Champions Seven,
    Dramas of battles and the deaths of kings, ...
  • Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxv
    ``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
    She added strangely, in a softer mood.
    ``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
    Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good. ...
  • The Stealing Of The Mare - I
    In the name of God the Merciful, the Compassionate! He who narrateth this tale is Abu Obeyd, and he saith:
    When I took note and perceived that the souls of men were in pleasure to hear good stories, and that their ears were comforted and that they made good cheer in the listening, then called I to mind the tale of the Agheyli Jaber and his mare, and of all that befell him and his people. For this is a story of wonderful adventure and marvellous stratagems, and a tale which when one heareth he desireth to have it evermore in remembrance as a delight tasted once by him and not forgotten.
    And the telling of it is this:
    The Emir Abu Zeyd the Helali Salameh was sitting one morning in his tent with the Arabs of the Beni Helal and the Lords of the tribe. And lo, there appeared before them in the desert the figure of one wandering to and fro alone. And this was Ghanimeh. And the Emir Abu Zeyd said to his slave Abul Komsan, ``Go forth thou, and read me the errand of this fair Lady and bring me word again.'' And Abul Komsan went forth as he was bidden, and presently returned to them with a smiling countenance, and he said, ``O my Lord, there is the best of news for thee, for this is one that hath come a guest to thee, and she desireth something of thee, for fate hath oppressed her and troubles sore are on her head. And she hath told me all her story and the reason of her coming, and that it is from her great sorrow of mind; for she had once an husband, and his name was Dagher abul Jud, a great one of the Arabs. And to them was born a son named Amer ibn el Keram, and the boy's uncle's name was En Naaman. And when the father died, then the uncle possessed himself of all the inheritance, and he drove forth the widow from the tribe; and he hath kept the boy as a herder of his camels; and this for seven years. And Ghanimeh all that time was in longing for her son. But at the end of the seventh year she returned to seek the boy. Then Naaman struck her and drove her forth. And Amer, too, the boy, his nephew, is in trouble, for Naaman will not now yield to the boy that he should marry his daughter, though she was promised to him, and he hath betrothed her to another. And when Amer begged him for the girl (for the great ones of the tribe pitied the boy, and there had interceded for him fifty--and--five of the princes), he answered, `Nay, that may not be, not though in denying it I should taste of the cup of evil things. But, if he be truly desirous of the girl and would share all things with me in my good fortune, then let him bring me the mare of the Agheyli Jaber,--and the warriors be witness of my word thereto.' But when the men of the tribe heard this talk, they said to one another: `There is none able to do this thing but only Abu Zeyd.' And thus hath this lady come to thee. And I entreat thee, my lord, look into her business and do for her what is needful.'' ...
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Love 218 I Love You 218 Sonnet 125 Life 122 Soul 112 World 110 Heart 110 Night 85 Time 83 Face 77


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  • Pmorris185: to all: "i knew the spring was come. i knew it even better than all by this, that through my chase in bush & stone & hill & sea & heaven i seem'd 2c & follow still your face. your face my quarry was. 4 it i rode, my horse a thing of wings, myself a god." - wilfrid scawen blunt
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  • Marinamaral2: wilfrid scawen blunt, english poet and writer, 1860s. photo by lady alice mary kerr. the artistic vision and skills required to take a portrait like this one in the 1860s...
  • Kylie_sen50: "over the weeks that followed and in london when she returned home, she discovered that wilfrid scawen blunt's talents as a poet were minor compared to his skills as an adulterer."
  • Aamanlamba: griselda : a society novel in rhymed verse : blunt, wilfrid scawen, 1840-1922 “while she lived, griselda had no need of the world’s pity.”
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