Poems by William Lisle Bowles
Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol
... Enough:--through the high heaven the proud sun rides,&emsp ...
Picture Of An Old Man
... Thy head may rest in peace beneath the churchyard stone ...
Netley Abbey
... Their brow, besprent with thin hairs, white as snow, ...
Absence
... Thou late hast passed the happier hours of spring, ...
On The Death Of Rev. William Benwell, M.A.
... That thou, my friend, wouldst the first victim fall ...
On Leaving A Place Of Residence
... The human breast! These woods, that whispering wave, ...
Sonnet II. Written at Bamborough Castle.
... Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save, ...
On William Sommers Of Bremhill
... When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs! ...
A Rustic Seat Near The Sea
... Be thankful, though some heavy thoughts have part, ...
Sonnet V. To the River Tweed.
... Delightful stream! tho' now along thy shore, ...
To a Friend
... Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! ...
Evening
... From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, ...
The Harp, And Despair, Of Cowper
... And the loved lyre it falls, falls from his nerveless hand! ...
VIII. To the River Itchin, near Winton.
... Is it, that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, ...
Hour-Glass And Bible
... That sheds its sand through minutes, hours, and days, ...
