William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

William Lisle Bowles Poems

1. The Butterfly and the Bee 7/22/2015
2. The Harp, And Despair, Of Cowper 4/16/2010
3. The Last Song Of Camoens 4/16/2010
4. On Landing At Ostend 4/16/2010
5. In Horto Rev. J. Still, 4/16/2010
6. Hymn To Woden 4/16/2010
7. The Missionary - Canto Fourth 4/16/2010
8. Winter Evening At Home 4/16/2010
9. Woodspring Abbey 4/16/2010
10. The Missionary - Canto Third 4/16/2010
11. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fourth 4/16/2010
12. The Sylph Of Summer 4/16/2010
13. On A Beautiful Spring, 4/16/2010
14. Hope, An Allegorical Sketch 4/16/2010
15. In Youth 1/1/2004
16. I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage. 1/1/2004
17. The Visionary Boy 4/16/2010
18. Hour-Glass And Bible 4/16/2010
19. Xii. Written At A Convent. 1/1/2004
20. On Leaving Winchester School 4/16/2010
21. Music 4/16/2010
22. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First 4/16/2010
23. Iv. To The River Wenbeck 1/1/2004
24. Monody On Henry Headley 4/16/2010
25. Influence Of Time On Grief 4/16/2010
26. On A Landscape Bt Rubens 4/16/2010
27. The Missionary - Canto Seventh 4/16/2010
28. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third 4/16/2010
29. Iii. O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure... 1/1/2004
30. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second 4/16/2010
31. The Philanthropic Society 4/16/2010
32. Picture Of An Old Man 4/16/2010
33. Pole-Vellum, Cornwall 4/16/2010
34. On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford 4/16/2010
35. On The Busts Of Milton, In Youth And Age, At Stourhead 4/16/2010
36. Pictures From Theocritus 4/16/2010
37. Sonnet I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage. 4/16/2010
38. Sketches In The Exhibition 4/16/2010
39. Southampton Castle 4/16/2010
40. Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill 4/16/2010
Best Poem of William Lisle Bowles

On Hearing

O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
Stay, for I may not hear on earth again
Those pious airs--that glorious harmony;
Lifting the soul to brighter orbs on high,
Worlds without sin or sorrow! Ah, the strain
Has died--even the last sounds that lingeringly
Hung on the roof ere they expired!
And I
Stand in the world of strife, amidst a throng,
A throng that reckons not of death or sin!
Oh, jarring scenes! to cease, indeed, ere long;
The worm hears not ...

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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,

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