Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FAREWELL TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Silent I gazed upon our foaming wake Last Line: To land, and further from those fond adieus. Subject(s): Wight, Isle Of | ||||||||
Silent I gazed upon our foaming wake, And silent on the Island hills I gazed, As up the ebbing stream we bore, to make Our harbour, while the West athwart us blazed. Keen were my thoughts: my memory wandered back To those fair shores - the Needles and the Downs - The happy woodlands and the little towns - For every day a new and pleasant track; How grieved was I those social walks to lose, Those friendly hands! The shadow of our mast And sail ran sadly o'er the fruitless ooze At sunset, as between the banks we passed Of that tide-fallen river, speeding fast To land, and further from those fond adieus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT NEEDLES HOTEL, ALUM BAY, ISLE OF WIGHT, AFTER A WEEK by THOMAS NOON TALFOURD ON THE MONUMENT OF PRINCESS ELIZABETH STUART - ISLE OF WIGHT by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER LETTY'S GLOBE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER A BIRTHDAY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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