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. Associations 4/16/2010
139. Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day 1/13/2003
140. On A Beautiful Landscape 1/1/2004
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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Time And Grief

O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
On thee I rest my only hope at last,
And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear
That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear,
I may look back on every sorrow past,
And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile:

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