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 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
‘These tapestries have hung fading around my hall
centuries long; their old-fashion'd mythology
infects the fresh and young with blighting influence
like Abram there with knife and faggot standing stark
to slay his son. I'm vow'd I'll have no more of them.
Turn me them outside-in, their faces to the wall,
so shall we have more colour and less solemnity.’—
centuries long; their old-fashion'd mythology
infects the fresh and young with blighting influence
like Abram there with knife and faggot standing stark
to slay his son. I'm vow'd I'll have no more of them.
Turn me them outside-in, their faces to the wall,
so shall we have more colour and less solemnity.’—
Thus the young heir & lord enjoin'd his wondering steward
who obey'd, and many a guest was bidden, and at the feast
the wine flow'd free with fine hubbub and merriment.
who obey'd, and many a guest was bidden, and at the feast
the wine flow'd free with fine hubbub and merriment.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |