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Quotes by Robert Bridges

Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man.
– Robert Bridges
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
– Robert Bridges
Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before. The Clouds have left the Sky.
– Robert Bridges
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.
– Robert Bridges
Birds are of all animals the nearest to men for that they take delight in both music and dance, and gracefully schooling leisure to enliven life, wer the earlier artists: moreover in their airy flight (which in its swiftness symboleth man's soaring thought) they hav no rival but man, and easily surpass in their free voyaging his most desperate daring, altho' he hath fed and sped his ocean-ships with fire.
– Robert Bridges
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.
– Robert Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade, Within those magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents.
– Robert Bridges
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
– Robert Bridges
I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.
– Robert Bridges
Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense, that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach him dignity morals manners and human comfort, she can delicately and dangerously bedizen the rioting joys that fringe the sad pathways of Hell.
– Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
– Robert Bridges
Nature hav no music; nor would ther be for thee, any better melody in the April woods at dawn, than what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying awake o'night in his comfortless attic, might perchance be aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?
– Robert Bridges
Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly of imperfection. Ther is no motiv can rebate or decompose the intrinsic joy of activ life, whereon all function whatsoever in man is based.
– Robert Bridges
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show, Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
– Robert Bridges
Simple and brave, his faith awoke, Ploughmen to struggle with their fate; Armies won battles when he spoke, And out of Chaos sprang the state.
– Robert Bridges
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.
– Robert Bridges
That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with useful knowledge, and furnishes to it matter of enjoyment from within itself, is of more consequence to real felicity than all the provisions which we can make of the goods of fortune.
– Robert Bridges
The name of happiness is but a wider term for the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life, attendant on all function, and not to be deny'd to th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of nature spiritual is by definition unnatural.
– Robert Bridges
Thick on the woodland floor Gay company shall be, Primrose and Hyacinth And frail Anemone, Perennial Strawberry-bloom, Woodsorrel's pencilled veil, Dishevel'd Willow-weed And Orchis purple and pale.
– Robert Bridges
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
– Robert Bridges
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
– Robert Bridges