William Lisle Bowles

"Lay down thy pilgrim staff upon this heap,      And till the morning of redemption sleep,      Old wayfarer of earth! From youth to age,"

"When last we parted, thou wert young and fair     How beautiful let fond remembrance say!     Alas! since then old Time has stol'n away     Nig"

"Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,     When Afric's injured son expiring lay,     His forehead cold, his labouring bosom bare,     His dew"

"As by my mother's side I stand,     Whose hairs, alas, are few and gray,     I watch the hour-glass shed its sand,     To mark how wears the n"

"'Tis the first primrose! see how meek,     Yet beautiful, it looks;     As just a lesson it may teach     As that we read in books.      Whi"

"When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,     Remembering youth and love for ever fled,     And many friends now resting with the dead,     While"

"See, sister, where the chickens trip,     All busy in the morn!     Look how their heads they dip and dip,     To peck the scattered corn!"

"[210]     PART FIRST.         At Rouen Richard kept his state,     Released from captive thrall;      And girt with many a warrior guest     He"

"Go to assemblies of the rich and gay,      The blazing hall of grandeur, and the throng      Of cities, and there listen to the song      Of f"

"Fall'n pile! I ask not what has been thy fate;     But when the winds, slow wafted from the main,     Through each rent arch, like spirits that"

"Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,     Leaving, for so it seemed, the world behind,     Its sounds of mingled uproar: we, reclined"

"Come, let us, ere we go to bed,     O'er the decaying embers chat,     Though little Mary hangs her head,     And strokes no more the purring"

"Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee     For hours, unmindful of the storm and strife,     And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life.     Her"

"How blessed with thee the path could I have trod     Of quiet life, above cold want's hard fate,     (And little wishing more) nor of the great"

"Let us unfold God's holy book,     And by the taper's light,     With hearts subdued, and sober look,     So spend the Sabbath night.      W"

"What various objects strike with various force,     Achilles, Hebe, and Sir Watkin's horse!     Here summer scenes, there Pentland's stormy ridg"

"O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay     Softest on Sorrow's wound, and slowly thence     (Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)     The"

"Luke Andrews is transported! Never more      To see his sisters, mother, or the shore      Of his own country! Never more to see      The cott"

"Oh! still, as with a seraph's voice, prolong      The harmonies of that enchanting song,      Till, listening, we might almost think we hear,"

"To every gentle Muse in vain allied,     In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died!     Too long had sickness left her pining trace,     With"

"Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,     Upon the rich creation, shadowed so     That not great Nature, in her loftiest pomp     Of l"

"Perish! Almighty Justice cried,     And struck the avenging blow,      And Europe shouts from side to side,     The tyrant is laid low!"

"The moonlight is without; and I could lose     An hour to gaze, though Taste and Splendour here,     As in a lustrous fairy palace, reign!"

"Dear Mary, if thy little bird     Should, all the winter long,     Pleased from the window to be heard,     Repay thee with a song;      A l"

"I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say,     Alas! how many friends of youth are dead;     How many visions of fair hope have fled,"

"Look at the swan! how still he goes!     His neck and breast like silver gleam;     He seems majestic as he rows;     The glory of the lonely"

"Shouts, and the noise of war!     Far o'er the land hath been my flight,     O'er many a forest dark as night,     O'er champaigns where the Ta"

"My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought     That the dark tide of time might one day close,     England, o'er thee, as long since it has c"

"ON A TREE COMMANDING A VIEW OF THE WHOLE EXTENT OF BOWOOD.      When in thy sight another's vast domain      Spreads its long line of woods, do"

"Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brink     Almost of death I strove, and with mild voice     Didst soothe me, bidding my poor heart rejo"

"There was a morrice on the moonlight plain,     And music echoed in the woody glade,     For fay-like forms, as of Titania's train,     Upon a"

"[Greek: Ady ti to psthyrisma], etc.     Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring     The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!     So swee"

"Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,     Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,     Though, hurrying silent by, relentless Time"

"But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair,         What was thy delightful measure?         COLLINS.         I am the comforter of them that mou"

"Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,     Which won my heart, or when the gay career     Of life begun, or when at times a tear     Sat sad"

"Argument.     Midnight, Valdivia's tent, Missionary, March to the Valley Arauco, First sight of assembled Indians.     The watchman on the to"

"Sweet bard, whose tones great Milton might approve,     And Shakspeare, from high Fancy's sphere,     Turning to the sound his ear,     Bend do"

"Alas, poor Sheridan! when first we met,      'Twas 'mid a smiling circle, and thine eye,      That flashed with eloquent hilarity      And pla"

"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,"

"In yonder brake there is a nest;     But come not, George, too nigh,     Lest the poor mother, frightened thence,     Should leave her young,"

"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,"

"Old soldier! old soldier! the beams of the day,     That shone on thy sabre, have long passed away,     And thy sun is gone down, and thy few h"

"On yonder heap of earth forlorn,     Where Ken his place of burial chose,      Peacefully shine, O Sabbath morn!     And, eve, with gentle"

"There is a poor blind man, who, every day,      In summer sunshine, or in winter's rain,      Duly as tolls the bell, to the high fane      Ex"

"Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,     Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!     Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,"

"PART FOURTH.     WALK ABROAD - VIEWS AROUND, FROM THE SEVERN TO BRISTOL - WRINGTON - "AULD ROBIN GRAY."      The shower is past - the heath-be"

"PART THIRD.     THE MAIDEN'S CURSE.     I subjoin the plain narrative of the singular event on which this tale is founded, from Mr Polwhele, t"

"Old man, I saw thee in thy garden chair     Sitting in silence 'mid the shrubs and trees     Of thy small cottage-croft, whilst murmuring bees"

"Oh! hide those tempting eyes, that faultless form,     Those looks with feeling and with nature warm;     The neck, the softly-swelling bosom hi"

"TO KENNA.      England, a long farewell! a long farewell,      My country, to thy woods, and streams, and hills!      Where I have heard in yo"

"The sheep were in the fold at night,     And now a new-born lamb     Totters and trembles in the light,     Or bleats beside its dam.      H"