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The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.
Robert Bridges
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Robert Bridges
Age: 85 †
Born: 1844
Born: October 23
Died: 1930
Died: April 21
Poet
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Kent
England
Robert Seymour Bridges
Robert S. Bridges
South
Smitten
Moon
Chimneys
Wind
Strengthens
House
Gale
Blast
Clouds
Flail
Fast
Shudders
Across
Chimney
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My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
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The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May.
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Nature hav no music nor would ther be for theeany better melody in the April woods at dawnthan what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying awakeo'night in his comfortless attic, might perchancebe aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?
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