Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Shorter poems. New poems. NotesSmith, Elder, 1899 |
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... play Shipwreck with the leaves , And the proud swans stray , Sailing one by one Out of stream and sun , And the fish lie cool In their chosen pool . Many an afternoon Of the summer day Dreaming here I lay ; And I know how soon , Idly at ...
... play Shipwreck with the leaves , And the proud swans stray , Sailing one by one Out of stream and sun , And the fish lie cool In their chosen pool . Many an afternoon Of the summer day Dreaming here I lay ; And I know how soon , Idly at ...
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... hear , Who doth in Heaven rejoice His most enchanted ear . MUSE . The smile , that rests to play Upon her lip , foretells What musical array Tricks her sweet syllables . POET . And yet her smiles have danced In vain 44 POEMS.
... hear , Who doth in Heaven rejoice His most enchanted ear . MUSE . The smile , that rests to play Upon her lip , foretells What musical array Tricks her sweet syllables . POET . And yet her smiles have danced In vain 44 POEMS.
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... to the caverned pool his toil has made . His winter floods lay bare The stout roots in the air : His summer streams are cool , when they have played Among their fibrous hair . and guards the sacred bower , ces it from the BOOK II , 4 , 5 ...
... to the caverned pool his toil has made . His winter floods lay bare The stout roots in the air : His summer streams are cool , when they have played Among their fibrous hair . and guards the sacred bower , ces it from the BOOK II , 4 , 5 ...
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Robert Bridges. Thrice happy he , the rare Prometheus , who can play With hidden things , and lay New realms of nature bare ; Whose venturous step has trod Hell underfoot , and won A crown from man and God For all that he has done.— That ...
Robert Bridges. Thrice happy he , the rare Prometheus , who can play With hidden things , and lay New realms of nature bare ; Whose venturous step has trod Hell underfoot , and won A crown from man and God For all that he has done.— That ...
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... play Renew , whose excellent Adjusted folds betray How once Menander went . Or if grave study suit The yet unwearied brain , Plato can teach again , And Socrates dispute ; Till fancy in a dream Confront their souls with mine , Crowning ...
... play Renew , whose excellent Adjusted folds betray How once Menander went . Or if grave study suit The yet unwearied brain , Plato can teach again , And Socrates dispute ; Till fancy in a dream Confront their souls with mine , Crowning ...
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Page 111 - 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, O heart, to be loved...
Page 78 - 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 ! I have loved airs, that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it.
Page 74 - ... fitful life ? Shaping the doom that may befall By precedent of terror past : By love dishonoured, and the call Of friendship slighted at the last ? By treasured names, the little store That memory out of wreck could save Of loving hearts, that gone before Call their old comrade to the grave ? O soul, be patient : thou shalt find A little matter mend all this ; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
Page 46 - O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
Page 149 - In grassy pools of the flood they sink and drown, Green-golden, orange, vermilion, golden and brown, The high year's flaunting crown Shattered and trampled down. The day is done : the tired land looks for night: She prays to the night to keep In peace her nerves of delight: While silver mist upstealeth silently, And the broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts o'er the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. Se'e! sleep hath fallen : the trees are...
Page 40 - 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 121 - I LOVE all beauteous things, I seek and adore them ; God hath no better praise, And man in his hasty days Is honoured for them. I too will something make And joy in the making ; Altho' to-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 235 - 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 j Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life.