Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Shorter poems. New poems. NotesSmith, Elder, 1899 |
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... winter's chill of life bereaves : Only their stiffened boughs break silence , weeping Over their fallen leaves ; That lie upon the dank earth brown and rotten , Miry and matted in the soaking wet : Forgotten with the spring , that is ...
... winter's chill of life bereaves : Only their stiffened boughs break silence , weeping Over their fallen leaves ; That lie upon the dank earth brown and rotten , Miry and matted in the soaking wet : Forgotten with the spring , that is ...
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... winter eves are early and cold , The firelight hours are a dream of gold . And so I sit here night by night , In rest and enjoyment of love's delight . But a knock at the door , a step on the stair Will startle , alas , my love from her ...
... winter eves are early and cold , The firelight hours are a dream of gold . And so I sit here night by night , In rest and enjoyment of love's delight . But a knock at the door , a step on the stair Will startle , alas , my love from her ...
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... Winter has all our vales opprest , When skies are cold and misty , and hail is hurling , Wilt thou glide on the blue Pacific , or rest In a summer haven asleep , thy white sails furling . I there before thee , in the country that well ...
... Winter has all our vales opprest , When skies are cold and misty , and hail is hurling , Wilt thou glide on the blue Pacific , or rest In a summer haven asleep , thy white sails furling . I there before thee , in the country that well ...
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... winters thou hast cast : And I , for all my love grows , grow more dull , Decaying with each season overpast ! In vain to teach him love must man employ thee , The more he learns the less he can enjoy thee . 4 WOOING I KNOW not how I ...
... winters thou hast cast : And I , for all my love grows , grow more dull , Decaying with each season overpast ! In vain to teach him love must man employ thee , The more he learns the less he can enjoy thee . 4 WOOING I KNOW not how I ...
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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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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.