William Lisle Bowles

"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,"

"The Missionary.     Amor patri ratione potentior omni.     It is not necessary to relate the causes which induced me to publish this poem wit"

"PART FIFTH.     LANG SYNE - VISION OF THE DELUGE - CONCLUSION      The music of "Lang Syne!" Oh! long ago      It died away - died, and was h"

"Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace     Visit my humble dwelling; welcomed in,     Not with loud shouts, and the thronged city's din,"

"He left us; we, the hour of parting come,     To Prasidamus' hospitable home,     Myself and Eucritus, together wend,     With young Amynticus,"

"Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide         Amid the solitude of the vast deep,         For ever listening to the sullen tide,"

"Yes, Pamela, this infant tree      Planted in sacred earth by thee,      Shall strike its root, and pleasant grow      Whilst I am mouldering"

"Argument.     Indian festival for victory, Old Warrior brought in wounded, Recognises his long-lost son, and dies, Discovery, Conclusion with th"

"Shout! for the Lord hath triumphed gloriously!         Upon the shores of that renowned land,         Where erst His mighty arm and outstret"

"WRITTEN AFTER VIEWING THE RUINS OF THE ONE, AND HEARING THE CHURCH SERVICE IN THE OTHER.      Glory and boast of Avalon's fair vale,      How"

"A poor old soldier shall not lie unknown,      Without a verse, and this recording stone.      'Twas his in youth o'er distant lands to stray,"

"Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height     Where the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,     His offspring's future seat, back on the va"

"'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 Rhin"

"The wild pear whispers, and the ivy crawls,      Along the circuit of thine ancient walls,      Lone city of the dead! and near this mound,[200"

"How clear a strife of light and shade is spread!     The face how touched with nature's loveliest red!     The eye, how eloquent, and yet how me"

"Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave     Ne'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!     Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,         Toll Nelson's"

"The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side,     And airs of summer swelled the yellow tide,     When, rising from his melancholy bed,     And faint"

"Stand on the gleaming Pharos,[1] and aloud     Shout, Commerce, to the kingdoms of the earth;     Shout, for thy golden portals are set wide,"

"In this wise the Duke of Gloucester took upon himself the order and governance of the young King, whom, with much honour and humble reverence, he"

"Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace     Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair,     That brow untouched by one faint line of care,"

"By thy habitation dread,     In the valley of the dead,     Where no sun, nor day, nor night,     Breaks the red and dusky light;     By the g"

"Fountain, that sparklest through the shady place,     Making a soft, sad murmur o'er the stones     That strew thy lucid way! Oh, if some guest"

"Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,[1]     When our victorious fleet o'er the red surge     Rolled in terrific glory, thou ha"

"Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views,     Thy glens that smile sequestered, and thy nooks     Which yon forsaken crag all dark o'erlooks;"

"When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,     From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's roar;     When flash succeeding flash, tremendous br"

"Book The First.     The book opens with the resting of the Ark on the mountains of the great Indian Caucasus, considered by many authors as"

"Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree     Rest thee, the hills beyond, and flowery meads,     Surveying; and if Nature's charms may wake"

"The spring shall visit thee again,     Itchin! and yonder ancient fane,[1]     That casts its shadow on thy breast,     As if, by many winters"

"Look, Christian, on thy Bible, and that glass     That sheds its sand through minutes, hours, and days,     And years; it speaks not, yet, methi"

"Though grandfather has long been blind,     And his few locks are gray,     He loves to hear the summer wind     Round his pale temples play."

"Awake a louder and a loftier strain!     Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled     My solitary sorrows, when I left     The scene of happ"

"Spirit of beauty, and of heavenly song!      No longer seek in vain, 'mid the loud throng,      'Mid the discordant tumults of mankind,      O"

"I never hear the sound of thy glad bells,     Oxford, and chime harmonious, but I say,     Sighing to think how time has worn away,     Some sp"

"The tide of fate rolls on! heart-pierced and pale,     The gallant soldier lies,[1] nor aught avail,     The shield, the sword, the spirit of th"

"When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye, Retires in silence to her cell to die; When o'er her child she hangs with speechless dread, Faint and des"

"Look at those sleeping children; softly tread,      Lest thou do mar their dream, and come not nigh      Till their fond mother, with a kiss, s"

"Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,     Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,     The lonely, battlement, the farthest hill"

"When I lie musing on my bed alone,         And listen to the wintry waterfall;[1]         And many moments that are past and gone,"

"The Cid is sitting, in martial state,     Within Valencia's wall;      And chiefs of high renown attend     The knightly festival.      Brav"

"I shall behold far off thy towering crest,     Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I stray     Down through the distant vale my homeward wa"

"Here stood the city of the dead; look round -      Dost thou not mark a visionary band,      Druids and bards upon the summits stand,      Of"

"Oh, shout for Lautaro, the young and the brave!     The arm of whose strength was uplifted to save,     When the steeds of the strangers came ru"

"Call the strange spirit that abides unseen     In wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,     And bid his dim hand lead thee through these scen"

"Oh, who would keep a little bird confined,      When cowslip bells are nodding in the wind;      When every hedge as with "good morrow" rings,"

"MICHAEL, ARCHANGEL.      High on Imaus' solitary van,      Which overlooked the kingdoms of the world,      With stature more majestic, his st"

"WRITTEN FOR JAMES MONTGOMERY'S CHIMNEY-SWEEPER'S ALBUM.      They sing of the poor sailor-boy, who wanders o'er the deep,     But few there a"

"The Sabbath bells are knolling slow,     The summer morn how fair!     Whilst father, mother, children go,     And seek the house of prayer."

"The bee is humming in the sun,     The yellow cowslip springs,     And, hark! from yonder woodland's side     Again the cuckoo sings!      C"

"Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,     That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,     Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flings     T"

"What pale and bleeding youth, whilst the fell blast      Howls o'er the wreck, and fainter sinks the cry      Of struggling wretches ere, o'erw"

"When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye,     Retires in silence to her cell to die;     When o'er her child she hangs with speechless dread,"

"Since last I saw that countenance so mild,     Slow-stealing age, and a faint line of care,     Had gently touched, methought, some features the"

"PREFACE.[1]     The estimation of a Poem of this nature must depend, first, on its arrangement, plan, and disposition; secondly, on the judgmen"

"O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet     O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,     (If so his weary thoughts he might beguile),"

"Argument.     One Day and Part of Night.     Valley in the Andes, Old Indian warrior, Loss of his son and daughter.     Beneath arial cliff"

"These walls were built by men who did a deed     Of blood: terrific conscience, day by day,     Followed, where'er their shadow seemed to stay,"

"So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade,     Brief Time; and hour by hour, and day by day,     The pleasing pictures of the present fade,"

"If chance some pensive stranger, hither led,     His bosom glowing from majestic views,     Temple and tower 'mid the bright landscape's hues,"

"Not that thy name, illustrious dome! recalls      The pomp of chivalry in bannered halls,      The blaze of beauty, and the gorgeous sights"

"Argument.     The Second Day.     Night, Spirit of the Andes, Valdivia, Lautaro, Missionary, The     Hermitage.     The night was still and"