Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Excluding the Eight Dramas

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H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 472 pages
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Certainly the work of the worst Poet Laureate for over a century, possibly ever. But as Chesterton would say, even a bad poet is still a poet, and it is proper that his work is preserved for those who might enjoy his work. I am not one of that ilk. Read full review

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Page 246 - WHITHER, 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? Ah ! soon, when 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 thou knowest, Already arrived am inhaling the odorous air...
Page 234 - I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit in a single kiss? I will not let thee go. I will not let thee go. If thy words...
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Page 265 - 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 298 - 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.
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Page 243 - 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.
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Page 342 - Thro1 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...
Page 315 - CHRIST and his Mother, heavenly maid, Mary, in whose fair name was laid Eton's corner, bless our youth With truth, and purity, mother of truth ! O ye, 'neath breezy skies of June, By silver Thames's lulling tune, In shade of willow or oak, who try The golden gates of poesy ; Or on the tabled sward all day Match your strength in England's play, Scholars of Henry, giving grace To toil and force in game or race ; Exceed the prayer and keep the fame Of him, the sorrowful king, who came Here in his realm...

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