Robert Seymour Bridges

(1844 - 1930 / England)

Robert Seymour Bridges Poems

1. The Hill Pines Were Sighing 4/17/2010
2. To Joseph Joachim 1/1/2004
3. To The President Of Magdalen College, Oxford 1/1/2004
4. There Is A Hill 4/17/2010
5. To Catullus 4/17/2010
6. The Evening Darkens Over 4/17/2010
7. Elegy 2/11/2015
8. Noel: Christmas Eve 1913 12/15/2014
9. To Thos. Floyd 1/1/2004
10. Spring Goeth All In White 4/17/2010
11. The Affliction Of Richard 4/17/2010
12. When Death To Either Shall Come 1/3/2003
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. Lord Kitchner 1/3/2003
20. Eros 4/17/2010
21. Fortunatus Nimium 4/17/2010
22. I Love All Beauteous Things 4/17/2010
23. North Wind In October 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. I Have Loved Flowers That Fade 4/17/2010
30. Nimium Fortunatus 1/3/2003
31. Absence 1/3/2003
32. Low Barometer 1/3/2003
33. Melancholia 1/1/2004
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. From 'The Testament Of Beauty' 1/1/2004
38. My Delight And Thy Delight 1/3/2003
39. London Snow 4/17/2010
40. Awake, My Heart 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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On A Dead Child

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!
Though cold and stark and bare,
The bloom and the charm of life doth awhile remain on thee.

Thy mother's treasure wert thou;—alas! no longer
To visit her heart with wondrous joy; to be
Thy father's pride:—ah, he
Must gather his faith together, and his strength make stronger.

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