Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

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For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names
Were never told can form and sense bestow;
And man has sped his instinct to outgo
The step of science; and against her shames
Imagination stakes out heavenly claims,
Building a tower above the head of woe.
Nor is there fairer work for beauty found
Than that she win in nature her release
From all the woes that in the world abound;
Nay with his sorrow may his love increase,
If from man's greater need beauty redound,
And claim his tears for homage of his peace. 

1. Shorter Poems. Book V. 13. “A Song of My Heart, as the Sun Peered o’er the Sea”
2. Shorter Poems. Book II. 8. Spring. Ode I
3. Shorter Poems. Book III. 1. “O My Vague Desires!”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 21. “The Birds That Sing on Autumn Eves”
5. Shorter Poems. Book II. 12. Morning Hymn

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