Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Shorter poems. New poems. NotesSmith, Elder, 1899 |
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... gaze in her dear dear face . There as I sit , from her head thrown back Her hair falls straight in a shadow black . Aching and hot as my tired eyes be , She is all that I wish to see . And in my wearied and toil - dinned ear , 28 POEMS.
... gaze in her dear dear face . There as I sit , from her head thrown back Her hair falls straight in a shadow black . Aching and hot as my tired eyes be , She is all that I wish to see . And in my wearied and toil - dinned ear , 28 POEMS.
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... wish to hear . Dusky and duskier grows the room , Yet I see her best in the darker gloom . When the 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 ...
... wish to hear . Dusky and duskier grows the room , Yet I see her best in the darker gloom . When the 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 ...
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... wishes solitude is safe , Whether he bathe at morning in the stream : Or lead his love there when the hot hours chafe The meadows , busy with a blurring steam ; Or watch , as fades the light , The gibbous moon grow bright , Until her ...
... wishes solitude is safe , Whether he bathe at morning in the stream : Or lead his love there when the hot hours chafe The meadows , busy with a blurring steam ; Or watch , as fades the light , The gibbous moon grow bright , Until her ...
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... wishes solitude is safe , Whether he bathe at morning in the stream : Or lead his love there when the hot hours chafe The meadows , busy with a blurring steam ; Or watch , as fades the light , The gibbous moon grow bright , Until her ...
... wishes solitude is safe , Whether he bathe at morning in the stream : Or lead his love there when the hot hours chafe The meadows , busy with a blurring steam ; Or watch , as fades the light , The gibbous moon grow bright , Until her ...
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... wish but to warm thee and awaken thee ? Ah ! little at best can all our hopes avail us To lift this sorrow , or cheer us , when in the dark , Unwilling , alone we embark , And the things we have seen and have known and have heard of ...
... wish but to warm thee and awaken thee ? Ah ! little at best can all our hopes avail us To lift this sorrow , or cheer us , when in the dark , Unwilling , alone we embark , And the things we have seen and have known and have heard of ...
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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.