Robert Bridges Quotes

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My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night.

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When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.

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Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God
and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

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Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly I well know whither,
And rest I well know where.

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I live on hope and that I think do all
Who come into this world.

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So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.

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I know
that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see
the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds.

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The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.

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From Universal Mind the first-born atoms draw their function, whose rich chemistry the plants transmute to make organic life, whereon animals feed to fashion sight and sense and give service to man, who sprung from them is conscient in his last degree of ministry unto God, the Universal Mind, whither all effect returneth whence it first began.

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Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation.. it is accepted as easily as it was created.

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Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

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And now impatiently despairest, see
How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired
Splended for others' eyes if not for thee:
Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled:
If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead.

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As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
Welcome the dawn.

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The constellated sounds
ran sprinkling on earth's floor
As the dark vault above
with stars was spangled o'er.

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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.

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Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!

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The hill pines were sighing,
O'ercast and chill was the day;
A mist in the valley lying
Blotted the pleasant May.

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Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.

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And see how Mathematick rideth as a queencheer'd on her royal progress thru'out nature's realm.

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O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.

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The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.

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Nature hav no music; nor would ther be for thee
any better melody in the April woods at dawn
than what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying awake
o'night in his comfortless attic, might perchance
be aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?

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On such a night, when Air has loosed
Its guardian grasp on blood and brain,
Old terrors then of god or ghost
Creep from their caves to life again.

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The name of happiness is but a wider term
for the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,
attendant on all function, and not to be deny'd
to th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of nature
spiritual is by definition unnatural.

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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?

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Behind the western bars
The shrouded day retreats,
And unperceived the stars
Steal to their sovran seats.

And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
My shadow walks before.

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A Poppy grows upon the shore Bursts her twin cup in summer late: Her leaves are glaucous green and hoar, Her petals yellow, delicate.

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There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.

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Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.

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The storm is over, the land hushes to rest:
The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone,
Is fallen back in the west.

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