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 ...
AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE.As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror past,When o'er the ...
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,On images I loved, ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
ON these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Rear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feet Scarce hear the ...
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to ...
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the ...
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
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