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

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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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