Willem Bilderdijk Poems

Poesy, nay! Too long art silent!
Seize now the lute! Why dost thou tarry?
Let sword the Universe inherit,
Noblest as prize of war be glory.
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AN ORIENTAL ROMANCE

Splendid rose the star of evening, and the gray dusk was
a-fading.
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Child of the Unborn! dost thou bend
From Him we in the day-beams see,
Whose music with the breeze doth blend?--
To feel thy presence is to be.
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From 'Country Life'

There he sits; his figure and his rigid bearing
Let us know most clearly what is his ideal:--
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