Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

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I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making!
Altho' tomorrow it seem'
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking. 

1. Shorter Poems. Book I. 4. (The cliff-top has a carpet)
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 2. Elegy (The wood is bare)
3. Гвоздики у меня в саду • The Pinks Along My Garden Walks
4. The Palm Willow
5. January

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