Poems by Robert Seymour Bridges
"I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"
... 'Twas thine love's tender sense ...
I Love All Beauteous Things
... Like the empty words of a dream ...
The Hill Pines Were Sighing
... And the shadowy pine-trees sighed ...
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
... To faithful lovers, that their hearts have plighted ...
I Shall Never Love the Snow Again
... A flower in his hand, all still and straight ...
Come Si Quando
... "And last, O worst! for surely all wrongs had else been nought ...
James McCosh
... The dear old elms and ivy-covered walls ...
The Unillumined Verge
... Yes, I hear your faint voice: This is rest, and like sleeping! ...
Emily Bronte
... Thou hadst all Passion's splendor, ...
At The Farragut Statue
... And multitudes are swarming in the street, ...
To Catullus
... Truth tis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us, ...
There is a Hill
... Though best she loves the hollows, and well knows ...
London Snow
... When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, ...
North Wind in October
... Out of the golden-green and white Of the brake the fir-trees stand upright ...
"For Beauty Being the Best of All We Know"
... And claim his tears for homage of his peace ...
