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").
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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..
© William Lisle Bowles
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
Dover Cliffs
On these white cliffs, that calm above the floodUprear their shadowing heads, and at their feetHear not the surge that has for ages beat,How many a..
© William Lisle Bowles
Age
Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,Where labour sleeps. The linnet, chattering..
© William Lisle Bowles
At Tynemouth Priory
AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE.As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror past,When o'er the dark wave rode the..
© William Lisle Bowles
Avenue In Savernake Forest
How soothing sound the gentle airs that moveThe innumerable leaves, high overhead,When autumn first, from the long avenue,That lifts its arching..
© William Lisle Bowles
Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the soundOf dashing waves; I gaze intent around;I mark the gray cope, and the hollownessOf heaven, and the great..
© William Lisle Bowles
Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day
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
On Leaving A Village In Scotland
Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,And bid farewell to each retiring hill,Where musing memory seems to linger still,Tracing the broad bright..
© William Lisle Bowles
On A Beautiful Landscape
Beautiful landscape! I could look on theeFor hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife,And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life.Here, all is still as..
© William Lisle Bowles
Ix. O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye...
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye,Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft,Thy brow, that hope's last traces long have left,Vain Fortune's..
© William Lisle Bowles
Dirge Of Nelson
Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more braveNe'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,Toll Nelson's knell!The ball of Death..
© William Lisle Bowles
A Rustic Seat Near The Sea
To him, who, many a night upon the main,At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,Shivering, has listened to the rocking tide,Oh, how delightful..
© William Lisle Bowles
Time And 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)The faint pang stealest..
© William Lisle Bowles
Elegiac Stanzas
WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS AT BATH.When I lie musing on my bed alone,And listen to the wintry waterfall;And many moments that are past and gone,Moments..
© William Lisle Bowles
Associations
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,On images I loved, alas, too well!Now past, and but..
© William Lisle Bowles
Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day
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
Battle Of Corruna
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,The shield, the sword, the spirit of the brave,From..
© William Lisle Bowles
Absence
There is strange music in the stirring wind,When lowers the autumnal eve, and all aloneTo the dark wood's cold covert thou art gone,Whose ancient..
© William Lisle Bowles
On Hearing
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that dieIn the long vaultings of this ancient fane!Stay, for I may not hear on earth againThose pious airs--that..
© William Lisle Bowles
At Dover
Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flingsThe shivered surge;..
© William Lisle Bowles
Approach Of Summer
How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fillMy heart with gladness, when thy pleasant tideFirst came, and on the Coomb's romantic sideWas heard the..
© William Lisle Bowles