57 Robert Bridges Quotes

Robert Bridges quotes

1. Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.

2. For beauty being the best of all we know Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims Of nature.

3. 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.

4. They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees.

5. Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!

6. I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.

7. To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.

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

9. Why hast thou nothing in thy face? Thou idol of the human race, Thou tyrant of the human heart, The flower of lovely youth that art.

10. Surely thy body is thy mind, For in thy face is nought to find, Only thy soft unchristened smile, That shadows neither love nor guile.

11. Angels' song, comforting as the comfort of Christ When he spake tenderly to his sorrowful flock.

12. The constellated sounds ran sprinkling on earth's floor As the dark vault above with stars was spangled o'er.

13. On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again.

14. And Reason kens he herits in A haunted house. Tenants unknown Assert their squalid lease of sin With earlier title than his own.

15. When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.

16. Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky.

17. Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

18. The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west.

19. The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts o'er the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.

20. When Death to either shall come- I pray it be first to me.

21. As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.

22. I will not let thee go. I hold thee by too many bands: Thou sayest farewell, and lo! I have thee by the hands, And will not let thee go.

23. Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

24. Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.

25. I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.

26. The evening darkens over After a day so bright, The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night.

27. 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.

28. 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.

29. 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?

30. I have loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight, A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour My song be like a flower!

31. 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.

32. 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.

33. Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense, that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach him dignity morals manners and human comfort, she can delicatly and dangerously bedizen the rioting joys that fringe the sad pathways of Hell.

34. Nature hav no music; nor would ther be for thee any better melody in the April woods at dawn than what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying awake o'night in his comfortless attic, might perchance be aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?

35. 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.

36. Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

37. Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly of imperfection. Ther is no motiv can rebate or decompose the intrinsic joy of activ life, whereon all function whatsoever in man is based.

38. I know that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds.

39. The name of happiness is but a wider term for the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life, attendant on all function, and not to be deny'd to th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of nature spiritual is by definition unnatural.

40. Seeking unceasingly for the First Cause of All, in question for what special purpose he was made, Man, in the unsearchable darkness, knoweth one thing: that as he is, so was he made; and if the Essence and characteristic faculty of humanity is our conscient Reason and our desire of knowledge, that was Nature's Purpose in the making of man.

41. Simple and brave, his faith awoke Ploughmen to struggle with their fate; Armies won battles when he spoke, And out of Chaos sprang the state.

1. The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May.

2. Our stability is but balance, and conduct lies In masterful administration of the unforseen.

3. Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created.

4. 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.

5. I live in hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.

6. I know that if odor were visible, as color is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.

10. 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.

11. Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

12. O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.

13. Since to be loved endures, To love is wise.

14. 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.

15. Good melody is never out of fashion

16. “Weep not today: why should this sadness be? Learn in present fears To o'ermaster those tears That unhindered conquer thee.”