Author: William Lisle Bowles

Cited by

• Eliot Warburton (1)
  • IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Smooth went our boat along the summer seas, Leaving-for so it seemed-a world behind, Its cares, its sounds, its shadows; we reclined Upon the sunny deck, heard but the breeze That whispered through the palms, or idly played With the lithe flag aloft-a forest scene On either side drew its slope line of green, And hung the water's edge with shade. Above thy woods, Memphis, pyramids pale Peered as we passed; and Nile's soft azure hue, Gleaming 'mid the gray desert, met the view; Where hung at intervals the scarce seen sail. Oh! were this little boat to us the world, As thus we wandered far from sounds of care, Circled with friends, and gentle maidens fair, While southern airs the waving pennant curled, How sweet were life's long voyage, till in peace We gained that haven still, where all things cease!
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• Elizabeth Thomas (2)
  • IN: Monte Video: or, The officer's wife and her sister: a novel (1809) Book, British
    EPIGRAPH: Day after day thy bloom Fades, and the tender lustre of thine eye Is dimm'd; thy form, amid creation, seems The only dropping thing. Thy look was soft, And yet most animated, and thy step Light as the foe's upon the mountains. Now, Thou sittest hopeless, pale beneath the tree That fann'd its joyless leaves above thy hand, Where love had deck'd the blooming bow'r, and strew'd The sweets of summer.
    FROM: The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea, (1804), Poem, UK