Robert Bridges
Robert Bridges
Robert Seymour Bridges, OMwas Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life. His poems reflect a deep Christian faith, and he is the author of many well-known hymns. It was through Bridges’ efforts that Gerard Manley Hopkins achieved posthumous fame...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 October 1844
english-poet gather rest
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
summer garden clouds
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
up-in-the-air clouds skirts
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.
moon wind clouds
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.
waking empty morrow
To-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
sea sky white
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
names soul definitions
The name of happiness is but a wider termfor the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,attendant on all function, and not to be deny'dto th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of naturespiritual is by definition unnatural.
beauty adore
I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them
looks youth tire
O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.
anniversary turns
Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.
beauty secret being-the-best
Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.
skills soul mind
O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
change growing truth-is
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
lonely lying land
The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.