|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A FRIEND, by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Bereave me not of these delightful dreams Last Line: And the tired sense is hushed, and sinks to sleep. Variant Title(s): Dreams Of Youth | |||
Bereave me not of these delightful dreams, Which charmed my youth; or mid her gay career Of hope, or when the faintly-paining tear Sat sad on memory's cheek -- though loftier themes Await the awakened mind, to the high prize Of wisdom, hardly earned with toil and pain, Aspiring patient; yet on life's wide plain Cast friendless, where unheard some sufferer cries Hourly, and oft our road is lone and long, 'Twere not a crime, should we awhile delay, Amid the sunny field, and happier they Who, as they wander, woo the charm of song, To cheer their path -- till they forget to weep, And the tired sense is hushed, and sinks to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES DISCOVERY OF MADEIRA by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES GIBBON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES GRAVE OF HOWARD by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES INSCRIPTION IN NETHER STOREY CHURCH IN MEMORY OF RICHARD CAMPLIN by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES LUCERNE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SONNET: 4. TO THE RIVER WENBECK by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |
| |