When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master. Robert Bridges More Quotes by Robert Bridges More Quotes From Robert Bridges I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds. Robert Bridges gardensummerclouds 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. Robert Bridges musicskillssoul Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation. Robert Bridges spousecreationangel O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire. Robert Bridges tireyouthlooks 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. Robert Bridges menlyingfall 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. Robert Bridges aprilsweetfirsts 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. Robert Bridges truth-isgrowingchange Good melody is never out of fashion Robert Bridges melodyfashion Since to be loved endures, To love is wise. Robert Bridges wiselove-islove When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me. Robert Bridges sentimentallovefirsts Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray. Robert Bridges lightcloudsspring 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. Robert Bridges hillssilverbrilliant Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow. Robert Bridges cloudssweetheaven 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. Robert Bridges up-in-the-airskirtsclouds And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before. Robert Bridges shadowmoonhome Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created. Robert Bridges acceptedmagiclying To-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking. Robert Bridges morrowemptywaking 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 whiteseasky 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. Robert Bridges airanimalmen 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. Robert Bridges spiritualmindmen
