William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

William Lisle Bowles Poems

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

Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day
I journey on, yet pensive turn to view
(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)
The streams and vales, and hills, that steal away.
So fares it with the children of the earth:
For when life's goodly prospect opens round,
Their spirits beat to tread that fairy ground,
Where every vale sounds to the pipe of mirth.
But them vain hope and easy youth beguiles,
And soon a longing look, like me, they cast
Back on the pleasing prospect of the past:
Yet Fancy points where still far onward smiles
Some sunny spot, and...

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Netley Abbey

Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate;
But when the winds, slow wafted from the main,
Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain,
Come hollow to my ear, I meditate
On this world's passing pageant, and the lot
Of those who once majestic in their prime
Stood smiling at decay, till bowed by time
Or injury, their early boast forgot,
They may have fallen like thee! Pale and forlorn,

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