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 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
Put these out of account; yea, more I say, banish also
From the credit sum of enjoyment those simple affections,
Whose common exercise informs our natural instinct;
That, set in our animal flesh-fabric, of our very lifeblood
Draw their subsistence, and even in ungenerous hearts
Root, like plants in stony deserts and 'neath pitiless snows.
Yea, put away all Love, the blessings and pieties of home,
All delicate heart-bonds, vital tendernesses untold,
Joys that fear to be named, feelings too holy to gaze on;
And with his inviolate peace-triumph his passionate war
Be forgone, his mighty desire, thrilling ecstasies, ardours
Of mystic reverence, his fierce flame-eager emotions,
Idolatrous service, blind faith and ritual of fire.
From the credit sum of enjoyment those simple affections,
Whose common exercise informs our natural instinct;
That, set in our animal flesh-fabric, of our very lifeblood
Draw their subsistence, and even in ungenerous hearts
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Yea, put away all Love, the blessings and pieties of home,
All delicate heart-bonds, vital tendernesses untold,
Joys that fear to be named, feelings too holy to gaze on;
And with his inviolate peace-triumph his passionate war
Be forgone, his mighty desire, thrilling ecstasies, ardours
Of mystic reverence, his fierce flame-eager emotions,
Idolatrous service, blind faith and ritual of fire.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |