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").
The Tweed Visited
O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feetO'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,(If so his weary thoughts he might beguile),Delighted turns..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sonnet: O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye
O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye,Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft,Thy brow that Hope's last traces long have left,Vain Fortune's..
© William Lisle Bowles
Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq.,
IN ALVERSTOKE CHURCH, HANTS.Oh! they shall ne'er forget thee, they who knewThy soul benevolent, sincere, and true;The poor thy kindness cheered, thy..
© William Lisle Bowles
Distant View Of England From The Sea
Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start,As thee, my country, and the long-lost sightOf thy own cliffs, that lift their summits whiteAbove the..
© William Lisle Bowles
To Sir Walter Scott
Since last I saw that countenance so mild,Slow-stealing age, and a faint line of care,Had gently touched, methought, some features there;Yet looked..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles