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William Lisle Bowles
September 24, 1762 - April 7, 1850
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | A Cenotaph, - To The Memory Of Lieutenant-Colonel Isaac, Who Died At Cape St Nichola Mole, 1797. | Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day | | 12 | 370 | | A Garden-Seat At Home | Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home, | 1798 | 20 | 394 | | A Picturesque Cottage And Grounds Belonging To J. Lemon, Esq. | Stranger! mark this lovely scene, | 1786 | 26 | 365 | | A Rustic Seat Near The Sea | To him, who, many a night upon the main, | | 18 | 373 | | Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo | I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound | | 72 | 384 | | Absence | There is strange music in the stirring wind, | | 14 | 344 | | Absence | How shall I cheat the heavy hours, of thee | 1791 | 18 | 400 | | After A Tempestuous Voyage. (At Tynemouth Priory) | As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, | | 14 | 417 | | Age | Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn! | | 6 | 389 | | Approach Of Summer | How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill | | 14 | 337 | | Associations | As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds, | | 14 | 331 | | At Dover, 1786 | Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm, | | 14 | 328 | | At Malvern | I shall behold far off thy towering crest, | | 14 | 338 | | At Oxford, 1786 | Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams, | | 14 | 330 | | Avenue In Savernake Forest | How soothing sound the gentle airs that move | | 34 | 368 | | Bamborough Castle | Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep, | | 14 | 381 | | Battle Of Corruna. (Death Of Captain Cooke) | The tide of fate rolls on! heart-pierced and pale, | | 36 | 353 | | Bereavement | Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, | 1793 | 14 | 328 | | Blind Fiddler - Wilkie (Exhibition, 1807.) | With mirth unfeigned the cottage chimney rings, | | 12 | 328 | | Cadland,[1] Southampton River. | If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave, | | 48 | 415 | | Coombe-Ellen.[1] | Call the strange spirit that abides unseen | | 351 | 370 | | Death Of Captain Cooke, - Of "The Bellerophon," Killed In The Same Battle | When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore, | | 38 | 359 | | Death Of Nelson - West. (Exhibition, 1807.) | Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main: | | 12 | 329 | | Dirge Of Nelson | Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave | | 16 | 367 | | Distant View Of England From The Sea | Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start, | | 14 | 327 | | Dover Cliffs | On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood | | 14 | 356 | | East Wind. (The Winds) | Shouts, and the noise of war! | | 39 | 386 | | Elegiac Stanzas - Written During Sickness At Bath. | When I lie musing on my bed alone, | | 96 | 351 | | Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq. - In Alverstoke Church, Hants. | Oh! they shall ne'er forget thee, they who knew | | 16 | 352 | | Evening | Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend, | | 14 | 344 | | Fairy Sketch - Scene - Netley Abbey | There was a morrice on the moonlight plain, | | 40 | 347 | | From Idyl VII (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | He left us; we, the hour of parting come, | | 21 | 342 | | From Idyl XXII. (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | When the famed Argo now secure had passed | | 64 | 345 | | From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love? | | 6 | 323 | | From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Pan, Pan, oh mighty hunter! whether now, | | 12 | 329 | | From The Same Idyl (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Mark, where the beetling precipice appears, | | 16 | 328 | | Greenwich Hospital | Come to these peaceful seats, and think no more | | 16 | 319 | | Hon. Miss Mercer. - Hopner (Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805) | Oh! hide those tempting eyes, that faultless form, | | 10 | 318 | | Hope | As one who, long by wasting sickness worn, | | 14 | 312 | | Hope, An Allegorical Sketch | But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, | | 303 | 339 | | Hour-Glass And Bible | Look, Christian, on thy Bible, and that glass | | 14 | 329 | | Hymn To Woden | God of the battle, hear our prayer! | | 56 | 331 | | In Age | And art thou he, now "fall'n on evil days," | | 14 | 325 | | In Horto Rev. J. Still, - Apud Knoyle, Villam Amoenissimam. | Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree | | 14 | 369 | | In Memoriam | How blessed with thee the path could I have trod | | 14 | 317 | | In Youth | Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace | | 14 | 325 | | Influence Of Time On Grief | O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay | | 14 | 347 | | Inscribed To The Rev. W. Howley.[1] | The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray, | 1789 | 100 | 356 | | Inscription | Come, and where these runnels fall, | 1808 | 20 | 342 | | Keswick - Sir George Beaumont. (Exhibition, 1807.) | How shall I praise thee, Beaumont, whose nice skill | | 8 | 332 |
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William Lisle Bowles was an English poet and critic. In 1783 he won the chancellors prize for Latin verse. In 1789 he published, in a small quarto volume, Fourteen Sonnets, which were received with extraordinary favour, not only by the general public, but by such men as Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Wordsworth. The Sonnets even in form were a revival, a return to an older and purer poetic style, and by their grace of expression, melodious versification, tender tone of feeling and vivid appreciation of the life and beauty of nature, stood out in strong contrast to the elaborated commonplaces which at that time formed the bulk of English poetry.
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