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Oh I should ill thy generous cares requite	A
Thou who didst first inspire my timid Muse	B
Could I one tuneful tear to thee refuse	B
Now that thine aged eyes are closed in night	A
Kind Warton Thou hast stroked my stripling head	A
And sometimes mingling soft reproof with praise	C
My path hast best directed through the maze	C
Of thorny life by thee my steps were led	A
To that romantic valley high o'erhung	D
With sable woods where many a minstrel rung	D
His bold harp to the sweeping waterfall	E
Whilst Fancy loved around each form to call	E
That fill the poet's dream to this retreat	A
Of Fancy won by whose enticing lay	F
I have forgot how sunk the summer's day	F
Thou first did guide my not unwilling feet	A
Meantime inspiring the gay breast of youth	G
With love of taste of science and of truth	G
The first inciting sounds of human praise	C
A parent's love excepted came from thee	H
And but for thee perhaps my boyish days	C
Had all passed idly and whate'er in me	H
Now live of hope been buried	A
I was one	I
Long bound by cold dejection's numbing chain	J
As in a torpid trance that deemed it vain	J
To struggle nor my eyelids to the sun	I
Uplifted but I heard thy cheering voice	K
I shook my deadly slumber off I gazed	A
Delighted 'round awaked inspired amazed	A
I marked another world and in my choice	K
Lovelier and decked with light On fairy ground	A
Methought I buoyant trod and heard the sound	A
As of enchanting melodies that stole	L
Stole gently and entranced my captive soul	L
Then all was life and hope 'Twas thy first ray	F
Sweet Fancy on the heart as when the day	F
Of Spring along the melancholy tract	A
Of wintry Lapland dawns the cataract	A
From ice dissolving on the silent side	A
Of some white precipice with paly gleam	M
Descends while the cold hills a slanting beam	M
Faint tinges till ascending in his pride	A
The great Sun from the red horizon looks	N
And wakes the tuneless birds the stagnant brooks	N
And sleeping lakes So on my mind's cold night	A
The ray of Fancy shone and gave delight	A
And hope past utterance	O
Thy cheering voice	K
O Warton bade my silent heart rejoice	K
And wake to love of nature every breeze	P
On Itchin's brink was melody the trees	P
Waved in fresh beauty and the wind and rain	J
That shook the battlements of Wykeham's fane	J
Not less delighted when with random pace	Q
I trod the cloistered aisles and witness thou	R
Catherine upon whose foss encircled brow	R
We met the morning how I loved to trace	Q
The prospect spread around the rills below	S
That shone irriguous in the gleaming plain	J
The river's bend where the dark barge went slow	S
And the pale light on yonder time worn fane	J
So passed my days with new delight mean time	T
To Learning's tender eye thou didst unfold	A
The classic page and what high bards of old	A
With solemn notes and minstrelsy sublime	T
Have chanted we together heard and thou	R
Warton wouldst bid me listen till a tear	U
Sprang to mine eye now the bold song we hear	V
Of Greece's sightless master bard the breast	A
Beats high with stern Pelides to the plain	J
We rush or o'er the corpse of Hector slain	J
Hang pitying and lo where pale oppressed	A
With age and grief sad Priam comes with beard	A
All white he bows kissing the hands besmeared	A
With his last hope's best blood	A
The oaten reed	A
Now from the mountain sounds the sylvan Muse	B
Reclined by the clear stream of Arethuse	B
Wakes the Sicilian pipe the sunny mead	A
Swarms with the bees whose drowsy lullaby	W
Soothes the reclining ox with half closed eye	W
While in soft cadence to the madrigal	X
From rock to rock the whispering waters fall	E
But who is he that by yon gloomy cave	Y
Bids heaven and earth bear witness to his woe	S
And hark how hollowly the ocean wave	Y
Echoes his plaint and murmurs deep below	S
Haste let the tall ship stem the tossing tide	A
That he may leave his cave and hear no more	Z
The Lemnian surges unrejoicing roar	Z
And be great Fate through the dark world thy guide	A
Sad Philoctetes	B
So Instruction bland	A
With young eyed Sympathy went hand in hand	A
O'er classic fields and let my heart confess	B
Its holier joy when I essayed to climb	T
The lonely heights where Shakspeare sat sublime	T
Lord of the mighty spell around him press	B
Spirits and fairy forms He ruling wide	A
His visionary world bids terror fill	A2
The shivering breast or softer pity thrill	A2
Ev'n to the inmost heart Within me died	A
All thoughts of this low earth and higher powers	B
Seemed in my soul to stir till strained too long	D
The senses sunk	D
Then Ossian thy wild song	D
Haply beguiled the unheeded midnight hours	B
And like the blast that swept Berrathron's towers	B
Came pleasant and yet mournful to my soul	L
See o'er the autumnal heath the gray mists roll	L
Hark to the dim ghosts' faint and feeble cry	W
As on the cloudy tempest they pass by	W
Saw ye huge Loda's spectre shape advance	B
Through which the stars look pale	B2
Nor ceased the trance	B
Which bound the erring fancy till dark night	A
Flew silent by and at my window grate	A
The morning bird sang loud nor less delight	A
The spirit felt when still and charmed I sate	A
Great Milton's solemn harmonies to hear	V
That swell from the full chord and strong and clear	C2
Beyond the tuneless couplets' weak control	L
Their long commingling diapason roll	L
In varied sweetness	B
Nor amidst the choir	D2
Of pealing minstrelsy was thy own lyre	E2
Warton unheard as Fancy poured the song	D
The measured music flowed along	D
Till all the heart and all the sense	B
Felt her divinest influence	B
In throbbing sympathy Prepare the car	F2
And whirl us goddess to the war	Z
Where crimson banners fire the skies	B
Where the mingled shouts arise	B
Where the steed with fetlock red	A
Tramples the dying and the dead	A
And amain from side to side	A
Death his pale horse is seen to ride	A
Or rather sweet enthusiast lead	A
Our footsteps to the cowslip mead	A
Where as the magic spell is wound	A
Dying music floats around	A
Or seek we some gray ruin's shade	A
And pity the cold beggar laid	A
Beneath the ivy rustling tower	D2
At the dreary midnight hour	D2
Scarce sheltered from the drifting snow	S
While her dark locks the bleak winds blow	S
O'er her sleeping infant's cheek	D
Then let the shrilling trumpet speak	D
And pierce in louder tones the ear	V
Till while it peals we seem to hear	V
The sounding march as of the Theban's song	D
And varied numbers in their course	B
With gathering fulness and collected force	B
Like the broad cataract swell and sweep along	D
Struck by the sounds what wonder that I laid	A
As thou O Warton didst the theme inspire	E2
My inexperienced hand upon the lyre	E2
And soon with transient touch faint music made	A
As soon forgotten	I
So I loved to lie	W
By the wild streams of elfin poesy	B
Rapt in strange musings but when life began	G2
I never roamed a visionary man	G2
For taught by thee I learned with sober eyes	B
To look on life's severe realities	B
I never made a dream distempered thing	D
Poor Fiction's realm my world but to cold Truth	G
Subdued the vivid shapings of my youth	G
Save when the drisly woods were murmuring	D
Or some hard crosses had my spirit bowed	A
Then I have left unseen the careless crowd	A
And sought the dark sea roaring or the steep	H2
That braved the storm or in the forest deep	H2
As all its gray leaves rustled wooed the tone	I2
Of the loved lyre that in my springtide gone	J2
Waked me to transport	A
Eighteen summers now	R
Have smiled on Itchin's margin since the time	T
When these delightful visions of our prime	T
Rose on my view in loveliness And thou	R
Friend of my muse in thy death bed art cold	A
Who with the tenderest touches didst unfold	A
The shrinking leaves of Fancy else unseen	K2
And shelterless therefore to thee are due	A
Whate'er their summer sweetness and I strew	A
Sadly such flowerets as on hillocks green	K2
Or mountain slope or hedge row yet my hand	A
May cull with many a recollection bland	A
And mingled sorrow Warton on thy t	A

William Lisle Bowles

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