William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз)

To Sir Walter Scott

Since last I saw that countenance so mild,
Slow-stealing age, and a faint line of care,
Had gently touched, methought, some features there;
Yet looked the man as placid as a child,
And the same voice,--whilst mingled with the throng,
Unknowing, and unknown, we passed along,--
That voice, a share of the brief time beguiled!
That voice I ne'er may hear again, I sighed
At parting,--wheresoe'er our various way,
In this great world,--but from the banks of Tweed,
As slowly sink the shades of eventide,
Oh! I shall hear the music of his reed,
Far off, and thinking of that voice, shall say,
A blessing rest upon thy locks of gray! 

1. Lacock Nunnery
2. Monody Written at Matlock
3. Sonnet 10. On Dover Cliffs
4. St. Michael’s Mount
5. On Resigning a Scholarship of Trinity College, Oxford, and Retiring to a Country Curacy

Thomas Pringle (Томас Прингл) To Sir Walter Scott ("From deserts wild and many a pathless wood")

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