Poems by William Lisle Bowles
Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day
... (Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue) ...
I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage
... Sooth'd by the scene, ev'n thus on sorrow's breast ...
IV. To the River Wenbeck
... The scenes that cheer'd his path with fairer ray, ...
XIII. O Time! Who Know'st a Lenient Hand to Lay...
... And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile -- ...
On the Funeral of Charles the First
... We murmured, "Dust to dust!"A moonbeam from the arch's height ...
III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure...
... The brave and good have bow'd their head and died ...
Dover Cliffs
... Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave ...
Sonnet VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend...
... Ah! beauteous views, that hope's fair gleams the while, ...
Southampton Water
... We gained that haven still, where all things cease! ...
The Grave Of Howard
... Till this frail orb shall from its sphere be hurled, ...
Fairy Sketch
... Or haply, when the full-orbed moon shone bright, ...
On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford
... -- With thee, and thy unfriended children dwell ...
On Hearing "The Messiah"
... But he whose heart thrills to this angel song ...
Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill
... Blameless improve the time that heaven has lent, ...
The Tweed Visited
... Delightful stream! though now along thy shore, ...
