Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Excluding the Eight DramasH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 472 pages |
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... mortal joy ; since not in heaven Among our easeful gods hath facile time A touch so keen , to wake such love of life As stirs the frail and careful being , who here , The king of sorrows , melancholy man , Bows at his labour , but in ...
... mortal joy ; since not in heaven Among our easeful gods hath facile time A touch so keen , to wake such love of life As stirs the frail and careful being , who here , The king of sorrows , melancholy man , Bows at his labour , but in ...
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... mortal things Are new , yet a varied surface and nothing under . It busies the mind on trifles and toys and brings Her grasp from nearer to further , from smaller to greater , And slowly teaches flight to her fledgeling wings . Where'er ...
... mortal things Are new , yet a varied surface and nothing under . It busies the mind on trifles and toys and brings Her grasp from nearer to further , from smaller to greater , And slowly teaches flight to her fledgeling wings . Where'er ...
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... mortal , sweet , I coud not kill them . They kill each other in their lust for life ; Nay , cruelly persecute their blemisht kin : And they that thus are exiled from the herd Slink heart - brok'n to sepulchral solitudes , Defenceless ...
... mortal , sweet , I coud not kill them . They kill each other in their lust for life ; Nay , cruelly persecute their blemisht kin : And they that thus are exiled from the herd Slink heart - brok'n to sepulchral solitudes , Defenceless ...
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... mortal men My emblem : tho ' I never find in one The sum of all distinctions . - Rose were best : But she is passion's darling , and unkind To handle - set her by . - Choosing for odour , The violet were mine - men call her modest ...
... mortal men My emblem : tho ' I never find in one The sum of all distinctions . - Rose were best : But she is passion's darling , and unkind To handle - set her by . - Choosing for odour , The violet were mine - men call her modest ...
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... mortal ground , When she- ( now will ye understand ? ) - Dwelt in the land that is no land , The fruitless and unseason'd plain Where all lost things are found again ; Where man's distract imaginings Head - downward hang on bat - like ...
... mortal ground , When she- ( now will ye understand ? ) - Dwelt in the land that is no land , The fruitless and unseason'd plain Where all lost things are found again ; Where man's distract imaginings Head - downward hang on bat - like ...
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Aphrodite Argeia art thou Athena beauty beneath birds bright clouds coud crown dance dark death delight Demeter desire divine dost doth drave dream earth Eleusis Eros eternal evermore eyes face fair faln fancy fate fear fire flame fled flowers gentle goddess gods gold golden grace Hades hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hermes honour hope Inachus live love's lover man's mighty moon morn mortal Muse neath night nought o'er Oceanides passion peace Persephone pity pleasure Poseidon praise Prometheus Psyche queen ROBERT BRIDGES SEMICHORUS shade sing smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stept stood stream summer sweet tears tell temple thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro toil trees truth twas unto Vex'd voice Voltaire wert wisdom wonder youth Zeus
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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...
Page 279 - 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, 0 heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
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.
Page 409 - Gird on thy sword, O man, thy strength endue, In fair desire thine earth-born joy renew. Live thou thy life beneath the making sun Till Beauty, Truth, and Love in thee are one. Thro...
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.
Page 243 - 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 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...