Robert Bridges
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.Collection: Gardening
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.Collection: Wisdom
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
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.
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
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.Collection: Sweet
Good melody is never out of fashionCollection: Fashion
O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.Collection: Looks
Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created.Collection: Lying
Since to be loved endures, To love is wise.Collection: Love
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.Collection: Music
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.Collection: Change
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.Collection: Lying
When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me.Collection: Love
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hourMy song be like a flower!Collection: Song
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.Collection: Home
Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.Collection: Spring
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.Collection: Sweet
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.Collection: Brilliant
Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man.Collection: Spiritual
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.Collection: Lonely
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 can delicatly and dangerously bedizenthe rioting joys that fringe the sad pathways of Hell.Collection: Men
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.Collection: Up In The Air
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 awakeo'night in his comfortless attic, might perchancebe aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?Collection: Running
Science comforting man's animal poverty and leisuring his toil, hath humanized manners and social temper, and now above her globe-spredd net of speeded intercourse hath outrun all magic, and disclosing the secrecy of the reticent air hath woven a web of invisible strands spiriting the dumb inane with the quick matter of life.Collection: Men
Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.Collection: Beauty
Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.Collection: Anniversary
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.Collection: Moon
Our stability is but balance, and conduct lies In masterful administration of the unforseen.Collection: Lying
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 deny'dto th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of naturespiritual is by definition unnatural.Collection: Names
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?Collection: Sea
To-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.Collection: Waking