Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
To A Friend
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng!Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears;To busy phantasies, and boding fears,Lest ill betide thee;..
© William Lisle Bowles
Water-Party On The Beaulieu River, In The New Forest
I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dreamThat leads with illusion the senses astray,And I sighed with delight as we stole down the stream,While the..
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Lacock Nunnery
I stood upon the stone where ELA lay,The widowed founder of these ancient walls,Where fancy still on meek devotion calls,Marking the ivied arch, and..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Dying Slave
Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,When Afric's injured son expiring lay,His forehead cold, his labouring bosom bare,His dewy temples, and his..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fifth
Such are thy views, DISCOVERY! The great worldRolls to thine eye revealed; to thee the DeepSubmits its awful empire; IndustryAwakes, and Commerce to..
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Vii. At A Village In Scotland....
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave,And bid farewell to each retiring hill,Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still,Tracing the broad bright..
© William Lisle Bowles
On The Death Of Rev. William Benwell, M.A.
Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brinkAlmost of death I strove, and with mild voiceDidst soothe me, bidding my poor heart rejoice,Though..
© William Lisle Bowles
On Mr. Howard's Account Of Lazarettos
Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,The path of good right onward hast pursued;May HE, to whose eternal throne on highThe sufferers of the earth..
© William Lisle Bowles
On Entering Switzerland
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to dayI journey on, yet pensive turn to view(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)The streams and..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sonnet: At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
On these white cliffs, that calm above the floodUplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet,Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat,Sure..
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In Memoriam
How blessed with thee the path could I have trodOf quiet life, above cold want's hard fate,(And little wishing more) nor of the greatEnvious, or..
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The Right Honourable Edmund Burke
Why mourns the ingenuous Moralist, whose mindScience has stored, and Piety refined,That fading Chivalry displays no moreHer pomp and stately..
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Translation Of A Latin Poem
BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER.Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled wayThrough my paternal vale dost stray,Working thy shallow passage..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Winds
When dark November bade the leaves adieu,And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,Methought I saw four winged forms, that flew,With garments..
© William Lisle Bowles
Xiii. O Time! Who Know'st A Lenient Hand To Lay...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to laySoftest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence,(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)Stealest the..
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Bamborough Castle
Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail you, and the..
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A Garden-Seat At Home
Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,And slender woods that the still scene inclose,For yon..
© William Lisle Bowles
On Accidentally Meeting A Lady Now No More
When last we parted, thou wert young and fair--How beautiful let fond remembrance say!Alas! since then old Time has stol'n awayNigh forty years..
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Death Of Captain Cooke,
OF 'THE BELLEROPHON,' KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE.When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's roar;When..
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A Cenotaph,
Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,When our victorious fleet o'er the red surgeRolled in terrific glory, thou hadst fall'nMost..
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Bereavement
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,Most like soft..
© William Lisle Bowles
At Oxford
Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,Which won my heart, or when the gay careerOf life begun, or when at times a tearSat sad on memory's..
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Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol
INSCRIBED TO THE REV. W. HOWLEY.The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray,The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold,Prone from the cliff the..
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Cadland, Southampton River
If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,Beneath the hum of the great surge, has lovedTo pass delighted from her green abode,And, seated on a summer..
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At Malvern
I shall behold far off thy towering crest,Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I strayDown through the distant vale my homeward way,I shall..
© William Lisle Bowles