William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

William Lisle Bowles Poems

121. Cadland, Southampton River 4/16/2010
122. At Malvern 4/16/2010
123. Approach Of Summer 4/16/2010
124. Dover Cliffs 4/16/2010
125. Age 4/16/2010
126. At Tynemouth Priory 4/16/2010
127. Avenue In Savernake Forest 4/16/2010
128. On Leaving A Village In Scotland 4/16/2010
129. Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo 4/16/2010
130. Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day 1/1/2004
131. Ix. O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye... 4/16/2010
132. Dirge Of Nelson 4/16/2010
133. A Rustic Seat Near The Sea 4/16/2010
134. Battle Of Corruna 4/16/2010
135. Time And Grief 1/4/2003
136. Elegiac Stanzas 4/16/2010
137. Art And Nature 4/16/2010
138. On A Beautiful Landscape 1/1/2004
139. Associations 4/16/2010
140. Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day 1/13/2003
141. Absence 4/16/2010
142. On Hearing 1/1/2004
143. At Dover 4/16/2010
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At Dover

Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,
That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,
Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flings
The shivered surge; when rising griefs deform
Thy peaceful breast, hie to yon steep, and think,--
When thou dost mark the melancholy tide
Beneath thee, and the storm careering wide,--
Tossed on the surge of life how many sink!
And if thy cheek with one kind tear be wet,
And if thy heart be smitten, when the cry
Of danger and of death is heard more nigh,
Oh, learn thy private sorrows to forget;
Intent, when hardest beats the storm,...

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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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