William Lisle Bowles
William Lisle Bowles Poems
|121.||To A Friend||1/1/2004|
|122.||Time And Grief||1/4/2003|
|123.||Art And Nature||4/16/2010|
|124.||A Rustic Seat Near The Sea||4/16/2010|
|125.||Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day||1/13/2003|
|127.||The Battle Of The Nile||4/16/2010|
|128.||The Grave Of Howard||4/16/2010|
|129.||The Missionary - Canto First||4/16/2010|
|130.||Viii. To The River Itchin, Near Winton.||4/16/2010|
|131.||Translation Of A Latin Poem||4/16/2010|
|132.||The Visionary Boy||4/16/2010|
|134.||The Dying Slave||4/16/2010|
|135.||The Right Honourable Edmund Burke||4/16/2010|
|136.||On Leaving A Place Of Residence||4/16/2010|
|138.||Xiii. O Time! Who Know'st A Lenient Hand To Lay...||1/1/2004|
|139.||Sonnet: At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787||1/13/2003|
|141.||On Leaving A Village In Scotland||4/16/2010|
|142.||Ix. O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye...||4/16/2010|
|143.||On A Beautiful Landscape||1/1/2004|
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On A Beautiful Landscape
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee
For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife,
And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life.
Here, all is still as fair--the stream, the tree,
The wood, the sunshine on the bank: no tear
No thought of time's swift wing, or closing night
Which comes to steal away the long sweet light,
No sighs of sad humanity are here.
Here is no tint of mortal change--the day
Beneath whose light the dog and peasant-boy
Gambol with look, and almost bark, of joy--
Still seems, though centuries have passed, to stay.
Then gaze ...
Xi. Written At Ostend
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!
As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze
Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease,
So piercing to my heart their force I feel!
And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall,
And now, along the white and level tide,
They fling their melancholy music wide,
Bidding me many a tender thought recall
Of summer-days, and those delightful years,