Poetical works of Robert Bridges: excluding the eight dramas
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902. Excerpt: ... That we were comrades in Utopia; That commonwealth of study and idleness, Where sport, adventure, poetry and music Were sauced with virgin-juice, a dish for gods. R. As if I could forget! F...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902. Excerpt: ... That we were comrades in Utopia; That commonwealth of study and idleness, Where sport, adventure, poetry and music Were sauced with virgin-juice, a dish for gods. R. As if I could forget! F. Ay, but the spirit!' Think you we should have spoken of favours then? In those days, Richard, we were used to think 30 Our teachers never had tasted life like ours; Their staid propriety not logically Deducible from essences as fresh As angels of the sunrise. Shall the boys Now say the same of us? By heaven you fright me: The heart of manhood not to outlive a dog! Then my old grudge against you. R. What was that? F. Your rank, which first drew us apart: but now To meet again and have you in my debt Is favour, by your leave, above repayment. 40 R. Still as proud as a peacock. F. Could I do you a service. But can I? See, I am here the Countess' secretary: To make believe that you are a stranger to me Were breach of trust. R. But love makes tricks of crimes. F. And if she has often seen you, how suppose She will not know you? R. 'Tis so long ago That now in my disguise I have no fear. You did not know me. F. That was but your beard. R. She hath not seen my beard: and 'tis impossible She should suspect. She has treated me all along 50 With such disdain, that I, in love as I am, Can scarce believe I venture; but--I am mad. Nothing could keep me back. Hear all my story, And then see how I am changed. 'Tis three years since I saw her first at Rome. His Holiness Gave a reception; I with some of the guests Had strayed to view the galleries: suddenly Out of a group before me--as if a Grace, That lived in Rafael's brain to mock his hand, Had stepped alive amongst us to rebuke 60 Our admiration of the fresco-stuff--She turned and faced me. Quick as I tell, I read my fate: I knew ...
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