Spring: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
John Bowring Poems on Flowers (32 Poems)
Autumn: Thursday Evening: The Presence of God (John Bowring Poems)
Where'er I turn my restless eye,Wand'ring from earth to heaven, from sphere to sphere,Great God! I feel Thy present Deity,Every ...
Winter: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
Winter: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
Summer: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
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: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
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 ...
Winter: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
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 ...
Spring: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
When Morn peeps o'er the mountain's height,And the last star has left the sky,And dews disperse at waking light,And Earth ...
Autumn: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
This is the day when prejudice and guiltThe blood of innocence and virtue spilt!'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,O'er ...
Autumn: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
Winter: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Another portion of life rolls on, The week glides calmly by;And down the swift stream of time we run, To the sea ...
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 ...
Winter: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The earth again puts on its evening dress;And wakening yon innumerable stars,A twilight, milder than the eye of dayAnd fairer ...
Winter: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The earth again puts on its evening dress;And wakening yon innumerable stars,A twilight, milder than the eye of dayAnd fairer ...
Blessings of Instruction (John Bowring Poems)
The heart has tendrils like the vine,Which round another's bosom twine,Outspringing from the living treeOf deeply-planted sympathy;Whose flowers are hope, ...
Hymn: From the recesses of a lowly spirit (John Bowring Poems)
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
Hymn to the Deity (John Bowring Poems)
"There is no sound or language where their voice is not heard."The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God! attune their ...
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 ...
The Tide of Tendency (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis the same great all-influencing Cause,The source of those inexorable laws Which gives its motion to the mountain rill,And by the ...
Hymn: If all our hopes and all our fears (John Bowring Poems)
If all our hopes and all our fears Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;If, travellers through this vale of tears, We saw ...
Hymn: He who walks in virtue’s way (John Bowring Poems)
He who walks in virtue's way, Firm and fearless, walketh surely;Diligent while yet 'tis day, On he speeds, and speeds securely.Flowers of ...
Faith and Works (John Bowring Poems)
Faith, untrained to works, is nought! Idle are the soundest creeds;Christian faith is holy thought— Christian merit, righteous deeds.If the purest doubting ...
To A Violet (John Bowring Poems)
Sweet flower! Spring's earliest, loveliest gem! While other flowers are idly sleeping,Thou rear'st thy purple diadem; Meekly from thy seclusion peeping.Thou, from ...
Immortality (John Bowring Poems)
Round us, o'er us, is there aughtWhich can fill our highest thought; Aught which may deserve to beWith our noblest aims ...