William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

William Lisle Bowles Poems

1. The Butterfly and the Bee 7/22/2015
2. The Harp, And Despair, Of Cowper 4/16/2010
3. The Last Song Of Camoens 4/16/2010
4. On Landing At Ostend 4/16/2010
5. In Horto Rev. J. Still, 4/16/2010
6. Hymn To Woden 4/16/2010
7. The Missionary - Canto Fourth 4/16/2010
8. Winter Evening At Home 4/16/2010
9. Woodspring Abbey 4/16/2010
10. The Missionary - Canto Third 4/16/2010
11. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fourth 4/16/2010
12. The Sylph Of Summer 4/16/2010
13. On A Beautiful Spring, 4/16/2010
14. Hope, An Allegorical Sketch 4/16/2010
15. In Youth 1/1/2004
16. I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage. 1/1/2004
17. The Visionary Boy 4/16/2010
18. Hour-Glass And Bible 4/16/2010
19. Xii. Written At A Convent. 1/1/2004
20. On Leaving Winchester School 4/16/2010
21. Music 4/16/2010
22. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First 4/16/2010
23. Iv. To The River Wenbeck 1/1/2004
24. Monody On Henry Headley 4/16/2010
25. Influence Of Time On Grief 4/16/2010
26. On A Landscape Bt Rubens 4/16/2010
27. The Missionary - Canto Seventh 4/16/2010
28. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third 4/16/2010
29. Iii. O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure... 1/1/2004
30. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second 4/16/2010
31. The Philanthropic Society 4/16/2010
32. Picture Of An Old Man 4/16/2010
33. Pole-Vellum, Cornwall 4/16/2010
34. On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford 4/16/2010
35. On The Busts Of Milton, In Youth And Age, At Stourhead 4/16/2010
36. Pictures From Theocritus 4/16/2010
37. Sonnet I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage. 4/16/2010
38. Sketches In The Exhibition 4/16/2010
39. Southampton Castle 4/16/2010
40. Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill 4/16/2010
Best Poem of William Lisle Bowles

On Hearing

O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
Stay, for I may not hear on earth again
Those pious airs--that glorious harmony;
Lifting the soul to brighter orbs on high,
Worlds without sin or sorrow! Ah, the strain
Has died--even the last sounds that lingeringly
Hung on the roof ere they expired!
And I
Stand in the world of strife, amidst a throng,
A throng that reckons not of death or sin!
Oh, jarring scenes! to cease, indeed, ere long;
The worm hears not ...

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On Hearing

O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
Stay, for I may not hear on earth again
Those pious airs--that glorious harmony;
Lifting the soul to brighter orbs on high,
Worlds without sin or sorrow! Ah, the strain
Has died--even the last sounds that lingeringly
Hung on the roof ere they expired!
And I

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