Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
John Bowring Poems on World (49 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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: 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 ...
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 ...
Winter: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in 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 ...
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 ...
Winter: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The night has thrown its shadows o'er the land,And rest re-visits nature.—Evening's train,With day's extinguish'd torches in their hand,Have pass'd ...
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 ...
Summer: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
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, ...
Divine Influences (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
Winter: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Almighty One! I bend in dust before Thee, Even so veil'd cherubs bend;—In calm and still devotion I adore Thee, All-wise, all-present ...
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: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
Winter: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Like a priestess from her temple's shade,In her holiest robes of light array'd,The morn walks forth;—day's glorious starTowers o'er the ...
Autumn: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Of all the gifts conferr'd by heaven,Time is the brightest—is the best;Through time eternity is given;By earthly labours—heavenly rest.While days ...
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 ...
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 ...
“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 ...
Matter and Mind (John Bowring Poems)
If in the vast material world No atom ever perished—thoughIn multitudinous changes hurl'd Upwards and downwards, to and fro,And all that in ...
The Future of Mankind (John Bowring Poems)
To Sir John Bowring.What is the future of mankind, Its progress or its light to me,In the deep craving of my ...
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 ...
Hymn: The earth, and all the earth contains (John Bowring Poems)
The earth, and all the earth contains, Are Thine, O Lord! Upon the seasThou reared'st the world, and it remains Subservient to ...
“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 ...