Robert Bridges, fully Robert Seymour Bridges

Robert
Bridges, fully Robert Seymour Bridges
1844
1930

British Poet

Author Quotes

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Wherefore to-night so full of care, My soul, revolving hopeless strife?

When Death to either shall come -- I pray it be first to me.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us. .

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

To believe in luck ... is skepticism.

To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men that is genius.

To a dull mind all of nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

To accomplish excellence or anything outstanding, you must listen to that whisper which is heard by you alone.

Throw a stone into the stream and the ripples that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.

Tis the good reader that makes the good book...in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakably meant for his ear.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Thought is the seed of action.

Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed, Cannot withhold his conquering aid.

Though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.

Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast wishes.

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.

There is no knowledge that is not power.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.

There is in nature a parallel unity which corresponds to the unity in the mind and makes it available. This methodizing mind meets no resistance in its attempts. The scattered blocks, with which it strives to form a symmetrical structure, fit. This design following after finds with joy that like design went before. Not only man puts things in a row, but things belong in a row.

There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.

Author Picture
First Name
Robert
Last Name
Bridges, fully Robert Seymour Bridges
Birth Date
1844
Death Date
1930
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British Poet