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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SLEEPING MANSION, by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As our car rustled swiftly Last Line: What peace and soft delight. Alternate Author Name(s): Bridges, Robert+(2) | |||
As our car rustled swiftly along the village lane, we caught sight for a moment of the old house again, Which once I made my home in ev'n as a soul may dwell enamouring the body that she loveth so well: But I long since had left it; what fortune now befals finds me on other meadows by other trees and walls. The place look'd blank and empty, a sleeper's witless face which to his mind's enchantment is numb, and gives no trace. And to that slumbering mansion was I come as a dream, to cheer her in her stupor and loneliness extreme. I knew what sudden wonder I brought her in my flight; what rapturous joy possess'd her, what peace and soft delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LOW BAROMETER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |
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