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 ...
If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,Beneath the hum of the great surge, has lovedTo pass delighted from her green ...
OF 'THE BELLEROPHON,' KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE.When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's ...
To him, who, many a night upon the main,At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,Shivering, has listened to the rocking ...
THE BRIDGE BETWEEN CLIFTON AND LEIGH WOODS.Frown ever opposite, the angel cried,Who, with an earthquake's might and giant hand,Severed these ...
How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fillMy heart with gladness, when thy pleasant tideFirst came, and on the ...
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 ...
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the ...
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