Zitate von Robert Seymour Bridges
Robert Seymour Bridges
Geburtstag: 23. Oktober 1844
Todesdatum: 21. April 1930
Robert Bridges war ein englischer Dichter.
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„I will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many bands:
Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And will not let thee go.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
I Will Not Let Thee Go http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6639&poem=30254, st. 7.
„To-morrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
I Love all Beauteous Things, st. 2.
„As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
Welcome the dawn.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
Nightingales http://www.poetry-online.org/bridges_nightingales.htm, st. 3.
„My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
New Poems, No. 9, My Delight and Thy Delight http://www.poetry-online.org/bridges_my_delight.htm, st. 1 (1899).
„Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
Awake, My Heart, to Be Loved, l. 13-14.
„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?“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
Bk. II, No. 2, A Passer-By http://www.bartleby.com/101/835.html, st. 1 (1879).
„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.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges
The Clouds Have Left the Sky http://www.flickr.com/photos/gallettas_pics/119997132/.
