Spring: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
John Bowring Poems on Vice & Virtue (32 Poems)
Siste, Viator! (John Bowring Poems)
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
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 ...
Autumn: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening star is aloft in heaven, Palely it shines alone;And nought is awake in the eye of even, But the never-sleeping ...
Winter: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...
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 ...
Spring: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Summer: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Father! at whose awakening nodThe early day-break gilds the hills;'Tis Thine almighty mandate, God!Which mountain, valley, sea and sod,With light ...
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 ...
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: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Sweetly is the sabbath fled,Day of peace and rest to me;"Let Thy name be hallowed."Now my spirit soars to Thee.Darkness ...
Spring: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
A holy stillness fills the sky,While evening tunes its vesper song,And, like a sacred lamp, on highThe solitary moon is ...
“That They also may be One in Us” (John Bowring Poems)
From house to house the apostles went, With arms of truth and words of power,By their great Master trained and sent, His ...
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 ...
Virtue its own Reward (John Bowring Poems)
In Thy bright tabernacle, God! Who shall learn and teach Thy will?And who shall make his blest abode, Almighty! in Thy holy ...
Religious Comfort (John Bowring Poems)
A thousand, thousand changing things Man's mortal pilgrimage befall;But virtue, but religion, brings Sweet hopes and steadfast joys for all.The restlessness that ...
Rest of the Grave (John Bowring Poems)
Their labours are ended, their duty is o'er,The sorrows of life shall disturb them no more!No longer the damps of ...
Iesus the Day-star (John Bowring Poems)
Long had the darkness of ages surrounded Earth and its sons, when the day-star on highBroke from the mists, and with ...
Their Works shall follow Them (John Bowring Poems)
I heard a voice which sweetly said,"Happy, thrice happy are the deadWho from their earthly labours rest—They slumber well—for they ...
Past, Present, and Future (John Bowring Poems)
By what a charm is life attended, Led from activity to rest,The past, the future, sweetly blended, To make the present blest!The ...
Buddhism (John Bowring Poems)
Abstraction from all thought, all care, all love, All hatred and all sympathy; can this— This soul-annihilation—be Heaven's bliss?This, virtue's highest recompense ...
Outward and Inward Virtue (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis not the gift—but 'tis the spirit With which 'tis given,That on the gift confers a merit, As seen by Heaven.'Tis not ...
Private Devotion (John Bowring Poems)
There are no hours so sweet as thoseWhen the tired spirit finds repose In the calm peace of virtuous thought,And makes ...
Virtue and Truth Immortal (John Bowring Poems)
Short is the reign of summer flow'rs— O'er fruitful vale or fertile plainWe seek in winter's dreary hours One solitary flow'r in ...
Slavery (John Bowring Poems)
Can a vast interest veil a monstrous curse And make it like a virtue? can the din Whose thunders drown the wail ...
The Bible (John Bowring Poems)
Who is my Christian brother linked with me In true communion? He, with whom I look In common reverence on that sacred ...
Come, Ye Blessed of My Father (John Bowring Poems)
"Come, ye blessed of my Father, Enter in your place of rest,Round the throne of mercy gather"— Thus shall Jesus hail the ...