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The Lay Of Talbot, The Troubadour

A LEGEND OF LACOCK ABBEY.*(Footnote *: The legend on which this ballad is founded, is related in Latin, in the Book of Lacock.)PART FIRST. At Rouen Richard kept his state, Released from captive thrall; And girt with many a warrior guest He feasted in the hall! The rich metheglin mantled high, The wine was berry red, When tidings came that Salisbury,... Poems - Post by : 19871987 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1015

On Meeting Some Friends Of Youth At Cheltenham

(On Meeting Some Friends of Youth At Cheltenham,for the first time since we parted at Oxford.) "And wept to see the paths of life divide."--Shenstone. Here the companions of our careless prime, Whom fortune's various ways have severed long, Since that fair dawn when Hope her vernal song Sang blithe, with features marked by stealing time At these restoring springs are met again! We, young adventurers on life's opening road, Set out together; to their last abode Some have sunk silent, some a while remain,... Poems - Post by : homer181 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1916

Return Of George Iii. To Windsor Castle

Not that thy name, illustrious dome! recalls The pomp of chivalry in bannered halls, The blaze of beauty, and the gorgeous sights Of heralds, trophies, steeds, and crested knights; Not that young Surrey there beguiled the hour With "eyes upturned unto the maiden's tower;" Oh! not for these the muse officious brings Her gratulations to the best of kings; But that from cities and from crowds withdrawn, Calm peace may meet him on the twilight lawn; That here among these gray... Poems - Post by : jac32708 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2102

On Seeing A Bust Of R. B. Sheridan, From A Cast Taken After Death

Alas, poor Sheridan! when first we met, 'Twas 'mid a smiling circle, and thine eye, That flashed with eloquent hilarity And playful fancy, I remember yet Freshly as yesterday. The gay and fair, The young and beautiful,--now in their graves-- Surrounded us; while on the lucid wave Of Hampton's waters, to the morning air The streamer softly played of our light boat, Which seemed as on a magic sea to float. I saw thee after in this crowd of life,... Poems - Post by : dockrue - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 3624

To Lady Valletort, On Hearing Her Sing "gloria In Excelsis"

(ON HEARING HER SING "GLORIA IN EXCELSIS," WITH THREE OTHER YOUNG LADIES, AT LACOCK ABBEY, OCTOBER 1831.) Fair inmate of these ivied walls, beneath Whose silent cloisters Ella sleeps in death, Let loftier bards, in rich and glowing lays, Thy gentleness, thy grace, thy virtue praise! Be mine to breathe one prayer; when all rejoice, One parting prayer, still mindful of that voice, And musing on the sacred song which stole, Sweet as the spell of peace, upon the soul; In those same... Poems - Post by : bushido - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1267

On An Eclipse Of The Moon At Midnight

Up, up, into the vast extended space, Thou art ascending in thy majesty, Beautiful moon, the queen of the pale sky! But what is that which gathers on thy face, A dark mysterious shade, eclipsing, slow, The splendour of thy calm and steadfast light? It is the shadow of this world of woe, Of this vast moving world; portentous sight! As if we almost stood and saw more near Its very action--almost heard it roll On, in the swiftness of its... Poems - Post by : webmarketer - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2108

Supposed Address To Bishop Ken

Supposed Address to Bishop Ken.(1)Though his words might well deceive me, Though to earth abased I bend, Christian guide, thou wilt not leave me, Thus on earth without a friend! I thought his vows were oaths in heaven, Nor dare I here my fault deny; For all my soul to him was given, God knows how true, how tenderly! Though wronged... Poems - Post by : wildlife - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 3569

The Legend Of St Cecilia And The Angel

'Twas when, O meekest eve! thy shadows dim Were slowly stealing round, With more impassioned sound Divine Cecilia sang her vesper hymn, And swelled the solemn chord In hallelujahs to thy name, O Lord! And now I see her raise Rapt adoration's gaze, With lips just opening, and with... Poems - Post by : qazqaz - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2828

The Grave Of Bishop Ken

On yonder heap of earth forlorn, Where Ken his place of burial chose, Peacefully shine, O Sabbath morn! And, eve, with gentlest hush, repose.To him is reared no marble tomb, Within the dim cathedral fane; But some faint flowers, of summer bloom, And silent falls the wintry rain.No village monumental stone Records a verse, a date,... Poems - Post by : Jeff_Carter - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1568

Morley's Farewell To The Cottage Of Isaak Walton

TO KENNA. England, a long farewell! a long farewell, My country, to thy woods, and streams, and hills! Where I have heard in youth the Sabbath bell, For many a year now mute: affection fills Mine eyes with tears; yet resolute to wait, Whatever ills betide, whatever fate; Far from my native land, from sights of woe, From scaffolds drenched in generous blood, I go.(1) Sad, in a land of strangers, when I bend With grief of heart, without a home... Poems - Post by : mrssmile - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2568

On Seeing Plants In The Windows Of Seth Ward's College

(ENDOWED FOR WIDOWS OF CLERGYMEN, AT SALISBURY.) There is but one stage more in life's long way, O widowed women! Sadly upon your path Hath evening, bringing change of scenes and friends, Descended, since the morn of hope shone fair; And lonely age is yours, whose tears have fallen Upon a husband's grave,--with whom, long since, Amid the quietude of village scenes, We walked, and saw your little children grow Like lovely plants beside you, or adorned Your lowly garden-plot with... Poems - Post by : pmrussell892 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2519

On The Funeral Of Charles The First, At Night, In St George's Chapel, Windsor

The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in earth we laid. The coffin bore his name, that those Of other years might know, When earth its secrets should disclose, Whose bones were laid below. "Peace to the dead" no children sung, Slow... Poems - Post by : mmoneys - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2185

Restoration Of Malmesbury Abbey

Restoration of Malmesbury Abbey.(1)Monastic and time-consecrated fane! Thou hast put on thy shapely state again, Almost august as in thy early day, Ere ruthless Henry rent thy pomp away. No more the mass on holidays is sung, The Host high raised, or fuming censer swung; No more, in amice white, the fathers, slow, With lighted tapers, in long order go; Yet the tall window lifts its arched height, As to admit heaven's pale, but purer light; Those massy clustered columns, whose... Poems - Post by : patrickong - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2764

Silchester, The Ancient Caleva

Silchester, the Ancient Caleva.(1)The wild pear whispers, and the ivy crawls, Along the circuit of thine ancient walls, Lone city of the dead! and near this mound,(2) The buried coins of mighty men are found, Silent remains of Caesars and of kings, Soldiers of whose renown the world yet rings, In its sad story! These have had their day Of glory, and have passed, like sounds, away! And such their fame! While we the spot behold, And muse upon the tale that Time... Poems - Post by : bakatcha - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1896

Glastonbury Abbey And Wells Cathedral

WRITTEN AFTER VIEWING THE RUINS OF THE ONE, AND HEARING THE CHURCH SERVICE IN THE OTHER. Glory and boast of Avalon's fair vale, How beautiful thy ancient turrets rose! Fancy yet sees them, in the sunshine pale, Gleaming, or, more majestic, in repose, When, west-away, the crimson landscape glows, Casting their shadows on the waters wide.(198) How sweet the sounds, that, at still day-light's close, Came blended with the airs of eventide, When through the glimmering aisle faint "Misereres" died! But... Poems - Post by : wireless91910 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 1101

The Greenwich Pensioners

When evening listened to the dipping oar, Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar, By the green banks Thames, with conscious pride, Reflects that stately structure on his side, Within whose walls, as their long labours close, The wanderers of the ocean find repose, We wore, in social ease, the hours away, The passing visit of a summer's day. Whilst some to range the breezy hill are gone, I lingered on the river's marge alone, Mingled with groups of ancient sailors... Poems - Post by : Andrea21 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2197

On Miss Fitzgerald And Lord Kerry Planting Two Cedars In Churchyard Of Bremhill

Yes, Pamela, this infant tree Planted in sacred earth by thee, Shall strike its root, and pleasant grow Whilst I am mouldering dust below. This churchyard turf shall still be green, When other pastors here are seen, Who, gazing on that dial gray, Shall mourn, like me, life's passing ray. What says its monitory shade? Thyself so blooming, now shalt fade; And even that fair and lightsome boy, Elastic as the step of joy, The future lord... Poems - Post by : Poker_Star - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 3607

Chantrey's Sleeping Children

Look at those sleeping children; softly tread, Lest thou do mar their dream, and come not nigh Till their fond mother, with a kiss, shall cry, 'Tis morn, awake! awake! Ah! they are dead! Yet folded in each other's arms they lie, So still--oh, look! so still and smilingly, So breathing and so beautiful, they seem, As if to die in youth were but to dream Of spring and flowers! Of flowers? Yet nearer stand-- There is a lily in one little hand,... Poems - Post by : roger48 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 750

The Egyptian Tomb

Pomp of Egypt's elder day, Shade of the mighty passed away, Whose giant works still frown sublime 'Mid the twilight shades of Time; Fanes, of sculpture vast and rude, That strew the sandy solitude, Lo! before our startled eyes, As at a wizard's wand, ye rise, Glimmering larger through the gloom! While on the secrets of the tomb, Rapt in other times, we gaze, The Mother Queen of ancient days, Her mystic symbol in her hand,... Poems - Post by : jennywaldron - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 2009

Childe Harold's Last Pilgrimage

So ends Childe Harold his last pilgrimage! Above the Malian surge he stood, and cried, Liberty! and the shores, from age to age Renowned, and Sparta's woods and rocks, replied, Liberty! But a spectre at his side Stood mocking, and its dart uplifting high Smote him; he sank to earth in life's fair pride: Sparta! thy rocks echoed another cry, And old Ilissus sighed, Die, generous exile, die!... Poems - Post by : erikedin - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Lisle Bowles - Read : 900

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