Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Shorter poems. New poems. NotesSmith, Elder, 1899 |
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Robert Bridges. Clear and gentle stream ! Ere again I go Where thou dost not flow , Well does it beseem Thee to hear again Once my youthful song , That familiar strain Silent now so long : Be as I content With my old lament And my idle ...
Robert Bridges. Clear and gentle stream ! Ere again I go Where thou dost not flow , Well does it beseem Thee to hear again Once my youthful song , That familiar strain Silent now so long : Be as I content With my old lament And my idle ...
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... Thou might'st again awake Memory at last . Yet is thy perfume sweet ; Thy petals red Yet tell of summer heat , And the gay bed : Yet , yet recall the glow Of the gazing sun , When at thy bush we two ... thou hast not seen , Thou 14 POEMS.
... Thou might'st again awake Memory at last . Yet is thy perfume sweet ; Thy petals red Yet tell of summer heat , And the gay bed : Yet , yet recall the glow Of the gazing sun , When at thy bush we two ... thou hast not seen , Thou 14 POEMS.
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Robert Bridges. But , rose , thou hast not seen , Thou hast not wept The change that passed between , Whilst thou hast slept . To me thou seemest yet The dead dream's thrall : While I live and forget Dream , truth and all . Thou art more ...
Robert Bridges. But , rose , thou hast not seen , Thou hast not wept The change that passed between , Whilst thou hast slept . To me thou seemest yet The dead dream's thrall : While I live and forget Dream , truth and all . Thou art more ...
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... Upon her tall white lilies I'd pour my heart's blood out : So if she wore one only , And shook not out the rain , Were I a cloud , O cloudlet , I had not lived in vain . [ A cloud speaks . A CLOUD . But were I thou , O ocean BOOK I , 4 17.
... Upon her tall white lilies I'd pour my heart's blood out : So if she wore one only , And shook not out the rain , Were I a cloud , O cloudlet , I had not lived in vain . [ A cloud speaks . A CLOUD . But were I thou , O ocean BOOK I , 4 17.
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Robert Bridges. A CLOUD . But were I thou , O ocean , I would not chafe and fret As thou , because a limit To thy desires is set . I would be blue , and gentle , Patient , and calm , and see If my smiles might not tempt her , My love ...
Robert Bridges. A CLOUD . But were I thou , O ocean , I would not chafe and fret As thou , because a limit To thy desires is set . I would be blue , and gentle , Patient , and calm , and see If my smiles might not tempt her , My love ...
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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.