The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles ...J. Nichol, 1855 |
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Adela amid angel art thou banner Banwell Cave beautiful behold beneath blessed blood brave breast BREMHILL brother brow cave cherubims child Christian clouds cold cried dark dead dear Mary death deep desolate dost earth Edgar Atheling ensign of command Epicurus eyes fane father flowers gazed glory grave gray hair hand Hark Harold hath hear heard heart heaven hills horse Jerusalem John John heard King LACOCK ABBEY land lift light live lonely look Lord loud Mary mighty Morcar morning mother murmuring night o'er pale passed Patmos peace poor pray prayer rest Robin Gray rocks Saxon scene shade shine shone shore shout sigh silent sing sleep smile solitude song sorrow sound spirit spoke stood storm sunshine sweet sword tears thee thought throne tower trump trumpet vale village voice Waltham Abbey wandering waves whilst wild William wind woods youth
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Page 219 - And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion; and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.
Page 164 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 219 - And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny ; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
Page 120 - tis sweet, In some remote retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the green-wood together. But when 'tis Winter weather, And crosses grieve, And friends deceive, And rain and sleet The lattice beat— Oh ! then 'tis sweet To sit and sing Of the friends, with whom, in the days of spring, We roam'd through the green-wood together.
Page 284 - CHILDE HAROLD'S LAST PILGRIMAGE. "BY THE REV. WL BOWLES. "SO ENDS CHILDE HAROLD HIS LAST PILGRIMAGE!— Upon the shores of Greece he stood, and cried 'LIBERTY!' and those shores, from age to age Renown'd, and Sparta's woods and rocks replied 'Liberty!
Page xvii - MY heart has thank'd thee, Bowles ! for those soft strains Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring Of wild-bees in the sunny showers of spring!
Page 34 - If we would see the fruits of charity, Look at that village group, and paint the scene! Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray, A rural mansion on the level lawn Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch, Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees...
Page 219 - Other causes must, however, have contributed to the furious plague, which, from the year 250 to the year 265, raged without interruption in every province, every city, and almost every family, of the Roman empire. During some time five thousand persons died daily in Rome; and many towns, that had escaped the hands of the barbarians, were entirely de- .„,. .populated.
Page 157 - Blessing, honour, glory, and power be unto him, that sitteth on the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
Page 287 - A waste, or roamed by savage men Whose gay descendants now appear To mark thy wreck of glory here. Phantom of that city old, Whose mystic spoils I now behold, A kingdom's sepulchre, — oh say, Shall Albion's own illustrious day, Thus darkly close ? Her power, her fame Thus pass away, a shade, a name ? — The Mausoleum murmured as I spoke ; A spectre seemed to rise, like towering smoke ; It answered not, but pointed as it fled To the black carcass of the sightless dead.