Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
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[Riding adown the country lanes]
Riding adown the country lanes
One day in spring,
Heavy at heart with all the pains
Of man's imagining:—
One day in spring,
Heavy at heart with all the pains
Of man's imagining:—
The mist was not yet melted quite
Into the sky:
The small round sun was dazzling white,
The merry larks sang high:
Into the sky:
The small round sun was dazzling white,
The merry larks sang high:
The grassy northern slopes were laid
In sparkling dew,
Out of the slow-retreating shade
Turning from sleep anew:
In sparkling dew,
Out of the slow-retreating shade
Turning from sleep anew:
Deep in the sunny vale a burn
Ran with the lane,
O'erhung with ivy, moss and fern
It laughed in joyful strain:
Ran with the lane,
O'erhung with ivy, moss and fern
It laughed in joyful strain:
And primroses shot long and lush
Their cluster'd cream;
Robin and wren and amorous thrush
Carol'd above the stream:
Their cluster'd cream;
Robin and wren and amorous thrush
Carol'd above the stream:
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The stillness of the lenten air
Call'd into sound
The motions of all life that were
In field and farm around:
Call'd into sound
The motions of all life that were
In field and farm around:
So fair it was, so sweet and bright,
The jocund Spring
Awoke in me the old delight
Of man's imagining,
The jocund Spring
Awoke in me the old delight
Of man's imagining,
Riding adown the country lanes:
The larks sang high.—
O heart! for all thy griefs and pains
Thou shalt be loth to die.
The larks sang high.—
O heart! for all thy griefs and pains
Thou shalt be loth to die.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||