Robert Seymour Bridges

(1844 - 1930 / England)

Robert Seymour Bridges Poems

1. To Joseph Joachim 1/1/2004
2. To The President Of Magdalen College, Oxford 1/1/2004
3. There Is A Hill 4/17/2010
4. To Catullus 4/17/2010
5. The Hill Pines Were Sighing 4/17/2010
6. Elegy 2/11/2015
7. The Evening Darkens Over 4/17/2010
8. Noel: Christmas Eve 1913 12/15/2014
9. The Affliction Of Richard 4/17/2010
10. To Thos. Floyd 1/1/2004
11. When Death To Either Shall Come 1/3/2003
12. Spring Goeth All In White 4/17/2010
13. Winter Nightfall 1/3/2003
14. While Yet We Wait For Spring 1/3/2003
15. Spirits 1/3/2003
16. Elegy On A Lady, Whom Grief For The Death Of Her Betrothed Killed 4/17/2010
17. Emily Bronte 4/17/2010
18. To The United States Of America 1/3/2003
19. North Wind In October 4/17/2010
20. Lord Kitchner 1/3/2003
21. Eros 4/17/2010
22. Fortunatus Nimium 4/17/2010
23. I Love All Beauteous Things 4/17/2010
24. The Growth Of Love 1/1/2004
25. I Shall Never Love The Snow Again 4/17/2010
26. On A Dead Child 1/3/2003
27. For Beauty Being The Best Of All We Know 4/17/2010
28. Pater Filio 1/3/2003
29. Nimium Fortunatus 1/3/2003
30. Absence 1/3/2003
31. Low Barometer 1/3/2003
32. Melancholia 1/1/2004
33. I Have Loved Flowers That Fade 4/17/2010
34. Nightingales 1/3/2003
35. A Passer-By 1/3/2003
36. In Autumn Moonlight, When The White Air Wan 1/3/2003
37. My Delight And Thy Delight 1/3/2003
38. London Snow 4/17/2010
39. Awake, My Heart 1/3/2003
40. So Sweet Love Seemed That April Morn 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Seymour Bridges

I Will Not Let Thee Go

I will not let thee go.
Ends all our month-long love in this?
Can it be summed up so,
Quit in a single kiss?
I will not let thee go.

I will not let thee go.
If thy words' breath could scare thy deeds,
As the soft south can blow
And toss the feathered seeds,
Then might I let thee go.

I will not let thee go.
Had not the great sun seen, I might;
Or were he reckoned slow
To bring the false to light,
Then might I let thee go.

I will not let thee go.
The stars that crowd the summer skies
Have watched us so below
With all their million...

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Melancholia

The sickness of desire, that in dark days
Looks on the imagination of despair,
Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;
Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care.
Incertainty that once gave scope to dream
Of laughing enterprise and glory untold,
Is now a blackness that no stars redeem,
A wall of terror in a night of cold.
Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired

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