William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз)

On Leaving a Village in Scotland

    Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,
      And bid farewell to each retiring hill,
      Where musing memory seems to linger still,
    Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve
    That, mingled with the toiling crowd, no more
      I may return your varied views to mark,
      Of rocks amid the sunshine towering dark,
    Of rivers winding wild,[1] or mountains hoar,
    Or castle gleaming on the distant steep!--
      Yet many a look back on thy hills I cast,
      And many a softened image of the past
    Sadly combine, and bid remembrance keep,
    To soothe me with fair scenes, and fancies rude,
    When I pursue my path in solitude.

1. Lockswell
2. St. Michael’s Mount
3. On Leaving Winchester School
4. The Bridge between Clifton and Leigh Woods
5. On an Unfortunate and Beautiful Woman

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