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Poem by William Lisle Bowles


Sonnet 11. Written at Ostend


How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!
As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze
Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease,
So piercing to my heart their form I feel!
And hark! with lessening cadence now the fall,
And now, along the white and level tide,
They fling their melancholy music wide,
Bidding me many a tender thought recall
Of summer-days, and those delightful years,
When by my native streams, in life's fair prime,
The mournful magic of their mingling chime
First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears!
But seeming now, when all those days are o'er,
The sounds of joy, once heard, and heard no more.



William Lisle Bowles


William Lisle Bowles's other poems:
  1. Netley Abbey
  2. Sonnet 7. At a Village in Scotland
  3. Sonnet 14. On a Distant View of England
  4. Sonnet 9. O Poverty!
  5. Sonnet 1. As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side


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