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. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
The name of happiness is but a wider termfor the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,attendant on all function, and not to be… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Nature hav no music; nor would ther be for theeany better melody in the April woods at dawnthan what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Our stability is but balance, and conduct lies In masterful administration of the unforseen. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach himdignity morals manners and human comfort,she… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
