From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
COME, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn as vilest ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
Chor.-And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again: And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonie ...
HUMID seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss! ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather ...
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