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 ...
OF 'THE BELLEROPHON,' KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE.When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's ...
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,The shield, the sword, the spirit of ...
To him, who, many a night upon the main,At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,Shivering, has listened to the rocking ...
Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,When our victorious fleet o'er the red surgeRolled in terrific glory, ...
ON these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Rear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feet Scarce hear the ...
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, Thy brow, that hope's last traces ...
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the ...
O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft, Thy brow that Hope's last traces ...
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