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").
On Leaving Winchester School
The spring shall visit thee again,Itchin! and yonder ancient fane,That casts its shadow on thy breast,As if, by many winters beat,The blooming season..
© William Lisle Bowles
Xii. Written At A Convent.
IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led,His bosom glowing from majestic views,The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's hues,Should ask who..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First
Awake a louder and a loftier strain!Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiledMy solitary sorrows, when I leftThe scene of happier hours, and..
© William Lisle Bowles
Music
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can healGriefs which the patient spirit oft may feel,Oh! let me listen to..
© William Lisle Bowles
Iv. To The River Wenbeck
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream,Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among,In fancy's ear still making plaintive songTo the dark woods above: ah!..
© William Lisle Bowles
Monody On Henry Headley
To every gentle Muse in vain allied,In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died!Too long had sickness left her pining trace,With slow, still touch, on..
© William Lisle Bowles
Influence Of Time On Grief
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
On A Landscape Bt Rubens
Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,Upon the rich creation, shadowed soThat not great Nature, in her loftiest pompOf living beauty, ever on..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Missionary - Canto Seventh
The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,And swelling to the morn the streamers flew;The rampart-guns a dread alarum gave,Smoke rolled, and thunder..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third
My heart has sighed in secret, when I thoughtThat the dark tide of time might one day close,England, o'er thee, as long since it has closedOn Egypt..
© William Lisle Bowles
Iii. O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure...
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure(Tho' agony in every vein should start,And slowly drain the blood-drops from the heart)Have bade the..
© William Lisle Bowles
Pole-Vellum, Cornwall
A PICTURESQUE COTTAGE AND GROUNDS BELONGING TO J. LEMON, ESQ.Stranger! mark this lovely scene,When the evening sets serene,And starting o'er the..
© William Lisle Bowles
Picture Of An Old Man
Old man, I saw thee in thy garden chairSitting in silence 'mid the shrubs and treesOf thy small cottage-croft, whilst murmuring beesWent by, and..
© William Lisle Bowles
On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford
AND RETIRING TO A COUNTRY CURACY.Farewell! a long farewell! O Poverty,Affection's fondest dream how hast thou reft!But though, on thy stern brow no..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second
Oh for a view, as from that cloudless heightWhere the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,His offspring's future seat, back on the valeOf years..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Philanthropic Society
INSCRIBED TO THE DUKE OF LEEDS.When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye,Retires in silence to her cell to die;When o'er her child she hangs with..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Missionary - Canto Second
The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows,Andes! thy melancholy Spirit rose,--A shadow stern and sad: he stood alone,Upon the topmost..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sonnet I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage.
As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror pastWhen o'er the dark wave rode the howling blastPleas'd I look back..
© William Lisle Bowles
The Rhine
'Twas morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow(Hung with the clusters of the bending vine)Shone in the early light, when on the RhineWe bounded..
© William Lisle Bowles
Inscription
Come, and where these runnels fall,Listen to my madrigal!Far from all sounds of all the strife,That murmur through the walks of life;From grief..
© William Lisle Bowles
Monody On The Death Of Dr. Warton
Oh! I should ill thy generous cares requiteThou who didst first inspire my timid Muse,Could I one tuneful tear to thee refuse,Now that thine aged..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sketches In The Exhibition
What various objects strike with various force,Achilles, Hebe, and Sir Watkin's horse!Here summer scenes, there Pentland's stormy ridge,Lords..
© William Lisle Bowles
In Age
And art thou he, now "fallen on evil days,"And changed indeed! Yet what do this sunk cheek,These thinner locks, and that calm forehead speak!A spirit..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sonnet: July 18th 1787
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to laySoftest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)The faint pang stealest..
© William Lisle Bowles
On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman
Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;When every friend, ev'n like thy bloom, was fled,And Want bowed..
© William Lisle Bowles