William Baylebridge was the pseudonym of Charles William Blocksidge, an Australian poet and short-story writer.
Blocksidge was born in Brisbane, Queensland, the son of George Henry Blocksidge, an auctioneer and estate agent. He was educated at Brisbane Grammar School and by a private tutor David Owen, M.A., a classical scholar who became a close friend.
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William Baylebridge Poems
Flesh and Spirit
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her-- More sensed for knowing no material part, More real that no false outward eye perceived her, Too gross, but that pure eye within my heart.
Life and death
This world is driven by two contending powers-- Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust, And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust-- And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
After the Storm
The storm is done--the lightning with its lust To rend the unhallowed dome in ruin dire; The purple heaps, from the rank chaos thrust On sheets of fell and inauspicious fire;
One continent, one creed, one skin - Our health and savour lie therein. From wars and heavy things this grace is won - They urge our pulse to unison.
To winter in the Midst of his Reign
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears, Thou that dissemblest even in death's repose Earth's quiet pulse and her remedial throes, How dull thy visage on this day appears!
XXXII from Love Redeemed
Love feeds, like Intellect, his lamp with truth; In the clear truths he finds its flame is measured. And is not flesh, there, verity? In sooth!
Number And Nationality
Since number needs, let our convention be More large and simple here, more profitably free.
True Being Rich hour! is not thy gift a radiant thing?
II from Life’s Testament
The brain, the blood, the busy thews That quickened in the primal ooze Support me yet; till ice shall grip
Some lip will use her name--a rapt surprise, Passing the heart's set ward, upon me steals. One word, to me, doth one saint canonize; And all the acquest of earth and heaven it seals.
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Flesh and Spirit
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her--
More sensed for knowing no material part,
More real that no false outward eye perceived her,
Too gross, but that pure eye within my heart.
Nor feigned I, as my spirit so embraced her,
These arms encumbered might; ah! could they too,
Would she not fade as vision e'er effaced her,
As loves in this weak flesh so often do?
In flesh she might escape me, might expire
In the vicissitudes through flesh that range;
But, being the shadow of my heart's desire,
She could not pass beyond me, could not change....