Coombe-Ellen (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,Like thy own solemn springs,Thy ...
I.I've wandered where gigantic rocksO'erhang in majesty the sea,And gazed upon the raging deep,With heart as joyous as a child's ...
'Oh father, let us hence--for hark,A fearful murmur shakes the air.The clouds are coming swift and dark:--What horrid shapes they ...
An hour of peril in thy Lydstep caves: Down the steep gorge, grotesquely boulder-piled And tempest-worn, as Ocean hurrying wildUp it in ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
The fishermen bade their wives farewell, (The sun floated merry up the morning) They sang, to the rhythm of the ...
DECEMBER hail! a vest of snowEnwraps thy shadowy form,With aspect pale and footstep slow,Thy harbinger a storm.The sun now darts ...
'TIS Meditation that delights to dwell In deep seclusion; silently to roam,Oft list'ning thoughtful to the distant knell, ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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