The poetical works of William Lisle Bowles, with memoir, dissertation and notes by G. GilfillanCassell & Company, 1879 |
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amid Antinomian art thou Banwell Cave beautiful behold beneath Bishop of Bath brave breast Bremhill brow Caupolican cave cavern child clouds cold cried dark dead death deep distant dost dread earth faint fane father gaze grave gray hand Hark harp hast hear heard heart heaven hills holy hyænas King land lateral aperture Lautaro lift light live lonely look Lord lyre mighty Monody morn mountains murmuring Muse night o'er pale passed peace pensive poem poor prayed roar rocks rolled sails scene seemed shade shadow shine shone shore sigh silent sing smile solitude song sorrow sound spirit spoke St Michael's Mount stealing Steep Holms stern stood storm stream sunshine surge sweet tear thee thine thou thought throne tide towers Valdivia vale village voice wandering wave Whilst wild WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES winds woods youth
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Side 83 - Blessing, honour, glory, and power be unto him, that sitteth on the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
Side 93 - For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, and with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God...
Side 15 - Rock, and at times scatter their tresses sear. If in such shades, beneath their murmuring, Thou late hast pass'd the happier hours of spring, With sadness thou wilt mark the fading year ; Chiefly if one, with whom such sweets at morn Or eve thou'st shared, to distant scenes shall stray.
Side 11 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days, and those delightful years, When by my native...
Side 43 - That o'er us whispering passed, or idly played With the lithe flag aloft. A woodland scene On either side drew its slope line of green, And hung the water's shining edge with shade. Above the woods, Netley ! thy ruins pale...
Side 10 - How many a lonely wanderer has stood! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow; of the friends he loved most dear; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part!
Side 12 - GRIEF. 0 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 faint pang stealest unperceived away ; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile : — As some lone...
Side 9 - I carol'd on thy side? Is it— that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, As Youth, and Hope's delusive gleams, flew fast? Is it— that those, who circled on thy shore, Companions of my youth, now meet no more? Whate'er the cause...
Side viii - If we would see the fruits of charity, Look at that village group, and paint the scene. Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray. A rural mansion, on the level lawn, Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch, Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees...
Side 22 - Time has stol'n away Nigh forty years, leaving my temples bare :—So hath it perished, like a thing of air, That dream of love and youth :—we now are...