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. In Age 4/16/2010
15. Hope, An Allegorical Sketch 4/16/2010
16. In Youth 1/1/2004
17. I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage. 1/1/2004
18. The Visionary Boy 4/16/2010
19. Hour-Glass And Bible 4/16/2010
20. Xii. Written At A Convent. 1/1/2004
21. On Leaving Winchester School 4/16/2010
22. Music 4/16/2010
23. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First 4/16/2010
24. On A Landscape Bt Rubens 4/16/2010
25. Iv. To The River Wenbeck 1/1/2004
26. Monody On Henry Headley 4/16/2010
27. In Youth 4/16/2010
28. Influence Of Time On Grief 4/16/2010
29. The Missionary - Canto Seventh 4/16/2010
30. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third 4/16/2010
31. Iii. O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure... 1/1/2004
32. The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second 4/16/2010
33. The Philanthropic Society 4/16/2010
34. On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford 4/16/2010
35. Picture Of An Old Man 4/16/2010
36. Pole-Vellum, Cornwall 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

Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day
I journey on, yet pensive turn to view
(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)
The streams and vales, and hills, that steal away.
So fares it with the children of the earth:
For when life's goodly prospect opens round,
Their spirits beat to tread that fairy ground,
Where every vale sounds to the pipe of mirth.
But them vain hope and easy youth beguiles,
And soon a longing look, like me, they cast
Back on the pleasing prospect of the past:
Yet Fancy points where still far onward smiles
Some sunny spot, and...

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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; but 't will not be long
Ere the hard season shall be past; till then
Live happy; sometimes the forsaken shade
Remembering, and these trees now left to fade;
Nor, mid the busy scenes and hum of men,
Wilt thou my cares forget: in heaviness

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