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William Lisle Bowles

September 24, 1762 - April 7, 1850

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Poem Title	First Lines	Period	# Lines	# Reads
1: 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
2: A Garden-Seat At Home	Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,	1798	20	394
3: A Picturesque Cottage And Grounds Belonging To J. Lemon, Esq.	Stranger! mark this lovely scene,	1786	26	365
4: A Rustic Seat Near The Sea	To him, who, many a night upon the main,		18	373
5: Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo	I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound		72	384
6: Absence	There is strange music in the stirring wind,		14	344
7: Absence	How shall I cheat the heavy hours, of thee	1791	18	398
8: After A Tempestuous Voyage. (At Tynemouth Priory)	As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,		14	417
9: Age	Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!		6	389
10: Approach Of Summer	How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill		14	334
11: Associations	As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,		14	331
12: At Dover, 1786	Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,		14	328
13: At Malvern	I shall behold far off thy towering crest,		14	338
14: At Oxford, 1786	Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,		14	330
15: Avenue In Savernake Forest	How soothing sound the gentle airs that move		34	368
16: Bamborough Castle	Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,		14	381
17: Battle Of Corruna. (Death Of Captain Cooke)	The tide of fate rolls on! heart-pierced and pale,		36	353
18: Bereavement	Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,	1793	14	328
19: Blind Fiddler - Wilkie (Exhibition, 1807.)	With mirth unfeigned the cottage chimney rings,		12	328
20: Cadland,^[1] Southampton River.	If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,		48	412
21: Coombe-Ellen.^[1]	Call the strange spirit that abides unseen		351	370
22: Death Of Captain Cooke, - Of "The Bellerophon," Killed In The Same Battle	When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,		38	359
23: Death Of Nelson - West. (Exhibition, 1807.)	Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main:		12	329
24: Dirge Of Nelson	Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave		16	367
25: Distant View Of England From The Sea	Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start,		14	327
26: Dover Cliffs	On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood		14	356
27: East Wind. (The Winds)	Shouts, and the noise of war!		39	386
28: Elegiac Stanzas - Written During Sickness At Bath.	When I lie musing on my bed alone,		96	351
29: Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq. - In Alverstoke Church, Hants.	Oh! they shall ne'er forget thee, they who knew		16	352
30: Evening	Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,		14	343
31: Fairy Sketch - Scene - Netley Abbey	There was a morrice on the moonlight plain,		40	347
32: From Idyl VII (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.)	He left us; we, the hour of parting come,		21	342
33: From Idyl XXII. (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.)	When the famed Argo now secure had passed		64	345
34: From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.)	Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love?		6	323
35: From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.)	Pan, Pan, oh mighty hunter! whether now,		12	329
36: From The Same Idyl (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.)	Mark, where the beetling precipice appears,		16	328
37: Greenwich Hospital	Come to these peaceful seats, and think no more		16	319
38: Hon. Miss Mercer. - Hopner (Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805)	Oh! hide those tempting eyes, that faultless form,		10	318
39: Hope	As one who, long by wasting sickness worn,		14	312
40: Hope, An Allegorical Sketch	But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair,		303	339
41: Hour-Glass And Bible	Look, Christian, on thy Bible, and that glass		14	328
42: Hymn To Woden	God of the battle, hear our prayer!		56	331
43: In Age	And art thou he, now "fall'n on evil days,"		14	325
44: In Horto Rev. J. Still, - Apud Knoyle, Villam Amoenissimam.	Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree		14	369
45: In Memoriam	How blessed with thee the path could I have trod		14	317
46: In Youth	Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace		14	325
47: Influence Of Time On Grief	O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay		14	347
48: Inscribed To The Rev. W. Howley.^[1]	The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray,	1789	100	356
49: Inscription	Come, and where these runnels fall,	1808	20	342
50: Keswick - Sir George Beaumont. (Exhibition, 1807.)	How shall I praise thee, Beaumont, whose nice skill		8	332
51: Lacock Nunnery. June 24, 1837	I stood upon the stone where ELA lay,		14	327
52: Lady M----ve (Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805)	How clear a strife of light and shade is spread!		6	331
53: Market-Day - Calcot. (Exhibition, 1807.)	Through the wood's maze our eyes delighted stray,		6	325
54: Monody On Henry Headley	To every gentle Muse in vain allied,		44	360
55: Monody On The Death Of Dr Warton	Oh! I should ill thy generous cares requite		193	364
56: Monody, Written At Matlock.	Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views,		178	348
57: Morning - Turner. (Exhibition, 1807.)	Up! for the morning shines with welcome ray,		14	306
58: Music	O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,		14	311
59: Music	O Music! if thou hast a charm		30	338
60: Netley Abbey	Fall'n pile! I ask not what has been thy fate;		14	323
61: North Wind. (The Winds)	From the vast and desert deeps,		12	328
62: On A Beautiful Landscape	Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee		14	312
63: On A Beautiful Spring, - Forming A Cold Bath, At Coombe, Near Donhead, Belonging To My Brother, Chas. Bowles, Esq.	Fountain, that sparklest through the shady place,		16	329
64: On A Landscape By Rubens	Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,		288	363
65: On Accidentally Meeting A Lady Now No More	When last we parted, thou wert young and fair		14	302
66: On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman.	Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,	1783	36	362
67: On Entering Switzerland	Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day		14	308
68: On Hearing "The Messiah" (Performed In Gloucester Cathedral, Sept. 18, 1835.)	Oh, stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die		16	312
69: On Landing At Ostend	The orient beam illumes the parting oar;	1787	14	326
70: On Leaving A Place Of Residence	If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewell		28	346
71: On Leaving A Village In Scotland	Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,		14	327
72: On Leaving Winchester School	The spring shall visit thee again,	1782	16	319
73: On Mr Howard's Account Of Lazarettos	Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,		148	329
74: On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford, And Retiring To A Country Curacy.	Farewell! a long farewell! O Poverty,		14	333
75: On The Death Of The Rev. William Benwell, M.A.	Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brink		14	403
76: On William Sommers Of Bremhill.	When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs,		26	421
77: Oxford Revisited	I never hear the sound of thy glad bells,		14	325
78: Picture Of A Young Lady	When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,		14	306
79: Picture Of An Old Man	Old man, I saw thee in thy garden chair		14	309
80: Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.	Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring		4	333
81: Retrospection	I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say,		14	326
82: Scene In France - Loutherbourg. (Exhibition, 1807.)	Artist, I own thy genius; but the touch		6	315
83: Shakspeare	O sovereign Master! who with lonely state		58	340
84: Sketch From Bowden Hill After Sickness	How cheering are thy prospects, airy hill,		102	328
85: Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805.	What various objects strike with various force,		26	318
86: Song Of Indian Maids. (The Missionary.)	Oh, shout for Lautaro, the young and the brave!		12	316
87: Song Of The American Indian	Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb		32	333
88: Song To The God Of War. (The Missionary.)	By thy habitation dread,		78	315
89: Southampton Castle.^[1] - Inscribed To The Marquis Of Lansdowne.	The moonlight is without; and I could lose		62	353
90: Southampton Water	Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,		20	370
91: St Michael'S Mount - Inscribed To The Right Honourable Lord Somers.	While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,		335	330
92: Stanzas For Music	I trust the happy hour will come,		12	334
93: Summer Evening At Home	Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace		22	323
94: Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill	So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade,		28	311
95: The Air	Oh, cast every care to the wind,		41	327
96: The Battle Of The Nile.^[1]	Shout! for the Lord hath triumphed gloriously!		197	335
97: The Bells, Ostend.	How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!	1787	14	306
98: The Bridge Between Clifton And Leigh Woods	Frown ever opposite, the angel cried,	1836	14	305
99: The Convent	If chance some pensive stranger, hither led,		14	311
100: The Dying Slave	Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,		68	366
101: The Grave Of Howard	Spirit of Death! whose outstretched pennons dread		148	343
102: The Harp Of Hoel. Part II.	High on the hill, with moss o'ergrown,		214	331
103: The Harp Of Hoel.^[1]	It was a high and holy sight,		166	323
104: The Harp, And Despair, Of Cowper	Sweet bard, whose tones great Milton might approve,		28	331
105: The Last Song Of Camoens.^[1]	The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side,		68	334
106: The Missionary. Canto Eighth	The morn returns, and, reddening, seems to shed		342	333
107: The Missionary. Canto Fifth.	Tis dawn: the distant Andes' rocky spires,		165	325
108: The Missionary. Canto First.	Beneath aërial cliffs, and glittering snows,		329	326
109: The Missionary. Canto Fourth	Far in the centre of the deepest wood,		292	328
110: The Missionary. Canto Second.	The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows,		271	326
111: The Missionary. Canto Seventh	The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,		269	316
112: The Missionary. Canto Sixth	The second moon had now begun to wane,		206	304
113: The Missionary. Canto Third	Come, for the sun yet hangs above the bay,		407	316
114: The Missionary. Introduction	When o'er the Atlantic wild, rocked by the blast,		30	308
115: The Missionary. Preface To The Second Edition.^[1]	It is not necessary to relate the causes which induced me to publish this poem without a name.			319
116: The Philanthropic Society.^[1] Inscribed To The Duke Of Leeds.	When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye,		196	311
117: The Rhine	Twas morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow		14	305
118: The Right Honourable Edmund Burke	Why mourns the ingenuous Moralist, whose mind		168	352
119: The River Cherwell	Cherwell! how pleased along thy willowed edge		14	310
120: The River Wainsbeck	While slowly wanders thy sequestered stream,		14	348
121: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Analysis.	The book opens with the resting of the Ark on the mountains		28	339
122: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: A Descriptive And Historical Poem. - Introduction.^[1]	I need not perhaps inform the reader,		9	333
123: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Fifth.	Such are thy views, DISCOVERY! The great world		333	326
124: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The First.	Awake a louder and a loftier strain!		452	336
125: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Fourth.	Stand on the gleaming Pharos, and aloud		592	329
126: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Second	Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height		409	303
127: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Third.	My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought		272	308
128: The Spirit Of Navigation.^[1]	Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide		200	293
129: The Sylph Of Summer.^[1]	God said, Let there be light, and there was light!		541	308
130: The Tweed Visited	O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet		14	282
131: The Visionary Boy	Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me!		333	268
132: The Winds	When dark November bade the leaves adieu,		92	279
133: The Winds	When dark November bade the leaves adieu,		14	299
134: Thyrsis	More sweet thy pipe's enchanting melody		15	255
135: To A Friend	Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng!	1792	14	241
136: To Sir Walter Scott. -	Since last I saw that countenance so mild,		14	234
137: To The River Itchin	Itchin! when I behold thy banks again,		14	257
138: Translation{D} Of A Latin Poem - By The Rev. Newton Ogle, Dean Of Manchester.	Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way		27	261
139: Wardour Castle	If rich designs of sumptuous art may please,		20	303
140: Water-Party On Beaulieu River, In The New Forest	I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream		35	279
141: Winter Evening At Home	Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline		16	274
142: Winter. (The Winds)	Spirit of unwearied wing,		24	308
143: Woodspring Abbey, 1836	These walls were built by men who did a deed		14	219

About:
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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