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Born in October 23, 1844 / Died in April 21, 1930 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Robert Seymour Bridges

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A Passer-by

... Nor is aught from the foaming reef to the snow-capp'd grandest ...

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Absence

... Which when I question'd of, 'O now thou art come,' she cried, ...

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Awake, My Heart

... Awake, to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see, ...

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From 'The Testament of Beauty'

... as when the small bats, issued from their hangings, flitter o'erhead ...

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I Will Not Let Thee Go

... If thy words' breath could scare thy deeds, ...

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In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan

... With flowers and sunshine of spring's sure returning ...

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Lord Kitchner

... And she herself had trust in none but thee: Among Herculean deeds the miracle ...

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Low Barometer

... The shrilling of a troubled soul,That wanders till the dawn has crossed ...

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Melancholia

... Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled: ...

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My Delight and Thy Delight

... Gay is life, and sweet is breath: This he taught us, this we knew, ...

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Nightingales

... Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: ...

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Nimium Fortunatus

... Or death - were it death - ...

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On a Dead Child

... And the things we have seen and have known and have heard of, fail us ...

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Pater Filio

... O'er the wilderness defiling! Why such beauty, to be blighted ...

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So sweet love seemed that April morn

... His little spring, that sweet we found, ...