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 ...
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the soundOf dashing waves; I gaze intent around;I mark the gray cope, and ...
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 ...
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,The shield, the sword, the spirit of ...
How soothing sound the gentle airs that moveThe innumerable leaves, high overhead,When autumn first, from the long avenue,That lifts its ...
Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,And slender woods that ...
To him, who, many a night upon the main,At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,Shivering, has listened to the rocking ...
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 ...
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 ...
There is strange music in the stirring wind,When lowers the autumnal eve, and all aloneTo the dark wood's cold covert ...
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,On images I loved, ...
I shall behold far off thy towering crest,Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I strayDown through the distant vale ...
Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail ...
Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flingsThe shivered surge; ...
Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,Which won my heart, or when the gay careerOf life begun, or when at ...
Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,When our victorious fleet o'er the red surgeRolled in terrific glory, ...
Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,Where labour sleeps. The ...
Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate; But when the winds, slow wafted from the main, Through ...
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho' agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, His bosom glowing from majestic views, The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's ...
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill ...
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o'er the wave, ...
ON these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Rear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feet Scarce hear the ...
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