Poetical Works of Robert Bridges: Excluding the Eight DramasH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 472 pages |
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... true - there is a right way and a wrong In laying wood . PR . Then let me see thee lay it : The sight of a skill'd hand will teach an art . SERV . Thou seest this faggot which I now unbind , How it is packed within . I see the cones PR ...
... true - there is a right way and a wrong In laying wood . PR . Then let me see thee lay it : The sight of a skill'd hand will teach an art . SERV . Thou seest this faggot which I now unbind , How it is packed within . I see the cones PR ...
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... true As graving on a gem . Nature had kissèd Art And borne a child to stir With jealousy the heart Of heaven's Artificer . 300 I 310 From crown to swelling root It mocked the goddess ' praise , The green enamelled sprays , The ...
... true As graving on a gem . Nature had kissèd Art And borne a child to stir With jealousy the heart Of heaven's Artificer . 300 I 310 From crown to swelling root It mocked the goddess ' praise , The green enamelled sprays , The ...
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... true - maybe The heat of prophecy like a strong wine Shameth his reason with exultant speech . PR . Thou say'st I am mad , and of my sober words Hast called those impious which thou fearest true , Those which thou knowest good ...
... true - maybe The heat of prophecy like a strong wine Shameth his reason with exultant speech . PR . Thou say'st I am mad , and of my sober words Hast called those impious which thou fearest true , Those which thou knowest good ...
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... true at all , Be true so far : for the rest there's none will lose , Nor blame thee being false - where is thy fire ? PR . O rather , had it thus been mine to give , I would have given it thus : not adding aught Of danger or ...
... true at all , Be true so far : for the rest there's none will lose , Nor blame thee being false - where is thy fire ? PR . O rather , had it thus been mine to give , I would have given it thus : not adding aught Of danger or ...
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... True square and careful compass he may come To plan and plant and spread abroad his towers , His gardens , temples , palaces and tombs . And yet not all thou seest , with tranced eye Looking upon the beauty that shall be , The temple ...
... True square and careful compass he may come To plan and plant and spread abroad his towers , His gardens , temples , palaces and tombs . And yet not all thou seest , with tranced eye Looking upon the beauty that shall be , The temple ...
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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...