Poetical Works Of Robert Brides Excluding The Eight Dramas1912 |
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... her face of dree She lightens on the comb Of leaden waves , that roar And thrust their hurried foam Up on the dusky shore . Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats , And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats . And ...
... her face of dree She lightens on the comb Of leaden waves , that roar And thrust their hurried foam Up on the dusky shore . Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats , And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats . And ...
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Æneas Aphrodite Argeia art thou Athena beauty beneath birds bright clouds coud crown dance dark death delight Demeter desire divine dost doth drave dream earth Eleusis Eros eternal evermore eyes face fair faln fancy fate fear fire flame fled flowers gentle goddess gods gold golden grace Hades hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hermes honour hope Inachus live love's lover man's mighty moon morn mortal Muse neath night nought o'er Oceanides passion peace Persephone pity pleasure Poseidon praise Prometheus Psyche queen ROBERT BRIDGES SEMICHORUS shade sing smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stept stood stream summer sweet tears tell temple thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro toil trees truth twas unto Vex'd voice Voltaire wert wisdom wonder youth Zeus
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Page 345 - WHEN Death to either shall come, — I pray it be first to me, — Be happy as ever at home, If so, as I wish, it be. Possess thy heart, my own ; And sing to the child on thy knee, Or read to thyself alone The songs that I made for thee.
Page 261 - I HAVE loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents : A honeymoon delight,— A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour:— My song be like a flower!
Page 337 - MY delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher; Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life. Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can tell, and love alone, Whence the million stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and death, Gay is life, and sweet is breath: This...
Page 275 - AWAKE, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake! She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee: Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee, Already they watch the path thy feet shall take: Awake, 0 heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
Page 294 - YE thrilled me once, ye mournful strains, Ye anthems of plaintive woe, My spirit was sad when I was young ; Ah sorrowful long-ago ! But since I have found the beauty of joy I have done with proud dismay : For howsoe'er man hug his care The best of his art is gay.
Page 405 - Gird on thy sword, O man, thy strength endue, In fair desire thine earth-born joy renew. Live thou thy life beneath the making sun Till Beauty, Truth, and Love in thee are one. Thro...
Page 239 - TRIOLET ALL women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing. If nought seem better, nothing's worse : All women born are so perverse. From Adam's wife, that proved a curse Though God had made her for a blessing, All women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing.
Page 239 - WHEN first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master ; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess. Who could foretell this sore distress, This irretrievable disaster When first we met ?—We did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.