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? — 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
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
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
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
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
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master. — Robert Bridges Copy Share
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
Our stability is but balance, and conduct lies In masterful administration of the unforseen. — Robert Bridges Copy Share
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
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
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… — Robert Bridges Copy Share
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before. — Robert Bridges Copy Share
There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the… — Robert Bridges Copy Share
