17 Robert Bridges Quotes on Nature

Robert Bridges quotes on nature

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.

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

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

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

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.

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 As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.

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.

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

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.

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!

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?

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.