William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

Vii. At A Village In Scotland.... - Poem by William Lisle Bowles

O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave,
And bid farewell to each retiring hill,
Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still,
Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve
That mingled with the toiling croud, no more
I shall return, your varied views to mark,
Of rocks winding wild, and mountains hoar,
Or castle gleaming on the distant steep.
Yet not the less I pray your charms may last,
And many a soften'd image of the past
Pensive combine; and bid remembrance keep
To cheer me with the thought of pleasure flown,
When I am wand'ring on my way alone.


Comments about Vii. At A Village In Scotland.... by William Lisle Bowles

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: romantic, farewell, alone, wind



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



[Report Error]