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Bridges, Robert

· Robert BRIDGES: My delight and thy delight · Robert BRIDGES: I love all beauteous things · ROBERT BRIDGES: THE DOWNS · ROBERT BRIDGES: MELANCHOLIA · ROBERT BRIDGES: SWEET COMPASSIONATE TEARS · ROBERT BRIDGES: THE EVENING DARKENS OVER · ROBERT BRIDGES: WOOING

Robert BRIDGES: My delight and thy delight

Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight

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

My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Thro’ 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 are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:

This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
‘Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.

Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 – 1930)
My delight and thy delight
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Robert BRIDGES: I love all beauteous things

Robert Bridges
I love all beauteous things

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’ tomorrow it seem’
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking.

Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 – 1930)
I love all beauteous things
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ROBERT BRIDGES: THE DOWNS

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Robert Bridges
(1844 – 1930)

The Downs

O bold majestic downs, smooth, fair and lonely;
O still solitude, only matched in the skies:
Perilous in steep places,
Soft in the level races,
Where sweeping in phantom silence the cloudland flies;
With lovely undulation of fall and rise;
Entrenched with thickets thorned,
By delicate miniature dainty flowers adorned!

I climb your crown, and lo! a sight surprising
Of sea in front uprising, steep and wide:
And scattered ships ascending
To heaven, lost in the blending
Of distant blues, where water and sky divide,
Urging their engines against wind and tide,
And all so small and slow
They seem to be wearily pointing the way they would go.

The accumulated murmur of soft plashing,
Of waves on rocks dashing and searching the sands,
Takes my ear, in the veering
Baffled wind, as rearing
Upright at the cliff, to the gullies and rifts he stands;
And his conquering surges scour out over the lands;
While again at the foot of the downs
He masses his strength to recover the topmost crowns.

Robert Bridges poetry
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ROBERT BRIDGES: MELANCHOLIA

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Robert Bridges
(1844 – 1930)

Melancholia

The sickness of desire, that in dark days
Looks on the imagination of despair,
Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;
Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care.
Incertainty that once gave scope to dream
Of laughing enterprise and glory untold,
Is now a blackness that no stars redeem,
A wall of terror in a night of cold.

Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired
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.

Robert Bridges poetry
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ROBERT BRIDGES: SWEET COMPASSIONATE TEARS

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Robert Bridges
(1844 – 1930)

Sweet compassionate tears

Sweet compassionate tears
Have dimm’d my earthly sight,
Tears of love, the showers wherewith
The eternal morn is bright:
Dews of the heav’nly spheres.
With tears my eyes are wet,
Tears not of vain regret,
Tears of no lost delight,
Dews of the heav’nly spheres
Have dimm’d my earthly sight,
Sweet compassionate tears.

Robert Bridges poetry
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ROBERT BRIDGES: THE EVENING DARKENS OVER

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Robert Bridges
(1844 – 1930)

The Evening Darkens Over

The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There’s sound of distant thunder.

The latest sea-birds hover
Along the cliff’s sheer height;
As in the memory wander
Last flutterings of delight,
White wings lost on the white.

There’s not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under,
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover.

Robert Bridges poetry
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ROBERT BRIDGES: WOOING

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Robert Bridges
(1844 – 1930)

Wooing

I know not how I came,
New on my knightly journey,
To win the fairest dame
That graced my maiden tourney.

Chivalry’s lovely prize
With all men’s gaze upon her,
Why did she free her eyes
On me, to do me honour?

Ah! ne’er had I my mind
With such high hope delighted,
Had she not first inclined,
And with her eyes invited.

But never doubt I knew,
Having their glance to cheer me,
Until the day joy grew
Too great, too sure, too near me.

When hope a fear became,
And passion, grown too tender,
Now trembled at the shame
Of a despised surrender;

And where my love at first
Saw kindness in her smiling,
I read her pride, and cursed
The arts of her beguiling.

Till winning less than won,
And liker wooed than wooing,
Too late I turned undone
Away from my undoing;

And stood beside the door,
Whereto she followed, making
My hard leave-taking more
Hard by her sweet leave-taking.

Her speech would have betrayed
Her thought, had mine been colder:
Her eyes’ distress had made
A lesser lover bolder.

But no! Fond heart, distrust,
Cried Wisdom, and consider:
Go free, since go thou must:–
And so farewell I bid her.

And brisk upon my way
I smote the stroke to sever,
And should have lost that day
My life’s delight for ever:

But when I saw her start
And turn aside and tremble;–
Ah! she was true, her heart
I knew did not dissemble.

Robert Bridges poetry
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