Summer: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide"In me as ye confide in God; I go"A mansion for my followers ...
John Bowring Poems on Dreams (24 Poems)
Winter: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
True! Spring renews the faded year;And renovated fruits and flowersIn re-awaken'd charms appear:—They deck the plain—they crown the bowers—Their blush ...
Written At Sea (John Bowring Poems)
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,And the bright sun dances in the heavenUp and down, as the ...
Evening Thoughts on Death (John Bowring Poems)
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
Autumn: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...
Summer: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Summer: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
Summer: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
To Thee, my God! to Thee I bringThe evening's grateful offering;From Thee, the source of joy above,Flow everlasting streams of ...
Morning Thoughts (John Bowring Poems)
Come, let us leave the vain, the proud,The ambitious, and the worldly wise;Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud,And pleasure's tempting vanities;And ...
Summer: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...
Summer: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Calm is the eve, and nature's wasting strengthIs, by the gentle influence of repose,Repair'd, rekindled;—with the morning's dawn,As if new-born, ...
Anxieties and Comforts (John Bowring Poems)
The dreams which early moments deck'd—Hope's sunny summer hours, are o'er;And my frail bark at last is wreck'dOn sullen reason's ...
Autumn: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Waked by Thy sun, again my thoughts ascendTo Thee, my heavenly Father! and they blendIn one devotional hymn of praise ...
Autumn: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Stillness reigns—the vapours stealSlowly down the mountain's brow,And the evening shadows veilNature's face of brightness now;Flowers put off their glorious ...
Autumn: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...
Summer: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening twilight gently dies;The air is cool; the silent nightSerenely reigns; the curtain'd skiesTo contemplation's shrine invite;The labours of ...
Autumn: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Father! Source of light and love!Thou, whose throne of majesty,Fix'd yon thousand suns above,Gladdens all the earth with joy:Mercy-streaming, promise-beaming,Let ...
“The World Is Given To The Wicked” (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis sometimes hard to turn our eyeUpon that wreck of hopes and dreams,Which lighted hours of ecstasyWith virtue's smiles and ...
Spring: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Almighty Being! wise and holy,Who hast to each his portion given;To the poor worm his station lowly,And to the choirs ...
Resurrection (John Bowring Poems)
Spring is but another birth, From the grave of earlier springs,Which to renovated earth Other resurrection brings.God hath moulded all that God's Power ...
Mysteries of Providence (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! in the unbeginning years, Whose course is wrapt in trackless night,Ere Thou hadst launched the heavenly spheres, Or waked this wandering ...
Trust in Him (John Bowring Poems)
O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye,And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will, Wrapt yet in ...
God the chief Good (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! to live, to die to Thee, Ever, ever to be Thine;Now and for eternity; Father! Friend! to call Thee mine,And when ...
Infinite Greatness of God (John Bowring Poems)
Could I mount on seraph's wing To Thy throne of heavenly light:Could I, like archangels, bring Holiest offerings, pure and bright:Could I ...