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
lying fall men
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
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.
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.
sweet firsts strange
So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.
love firsts masters
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.
summer garden clouds
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
adjust couple good past record
I think (the players) will be able to adjust pretty easy. I don't think their record has been as good in the past couple of years as it can be.
bring false great might reckoned slow sun thee
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.
aims beauty best secret sums
For beauty being the best of all we know / Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims / Of nature.
business campus carefully environment home office operations planned
Centralizing our business operations into a home office campus environment has been a carefully planned process.
full hopeless revolving
Wherefore to-night so full of care, / My soul, revolving hopeless strife?