Sketch From Bowden Hill After Sickness Poem Rhyme Scheme

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How cheering are thy prospects airy hill	A
To him who pale and languid on thy brow	B
Pauses respiring and bids hail again	C
The upland breeze the comfortable sun	D
And all the landscape's hues Upon the point	E
Of the descending steep I stand	F
How rich	G
How mantling in the gay and gorgeous tints	H
Of summer far beneath me sweeping on	I
From field to field from vale to cultured vale	J
The prospect spreads its crowded beauties wide	K
Long lines of sunshine and of shadow streak	L
The farthest distance where the passing light	M
Alternate falls 'mid undistinguished trees	N
White dots of gleamy domes and peeping towers	O
As from the painter's instant touch appear	P
As thus the eye ranges from hill to hill	A
Here white with passing sunshine there with trees	N
Innumerable shaded clustering more	Q
As the long vale retires the ample scene	R
Warm with new grace and beauty seems to live	S
Lives all is animation beauty hope	T
Snatched from the dark and dreamless grave so late	U
Shall I pass silent now first issuing forth	V
To feel again thy fragrance to respire	Q
Thy breath to hail thy look thy living look	W
O Nature	Q
Let me the deep joy contrast	X
Which now the inmost heart like music fills	Y
With the sick chamber's sorrows oft from morn	Z
Silent till lingering eve save when the sound	A2
Of whispers steal and bodings breathed more low	B2
As friends approach the pillow so awaked	A2
From deadly trance the sick man lifts his eyes	C2
Then in despondence closes them on all	D2
All earth's fond wishes Oh how changed are now	B
His thoughts he sees rich nature glowing round	A2
He feels her influence languid with delight	A2
And whilst his eye is filled with transient fire	Q
He almost thinks he hears her gently say	E2
Live live O Nature thee in the soft winds	F2
Thee in the soothing sound of summer leaves	G2
When the still earth lies sultry thee methinks	G2
Ev'n now I hear bid welcome to thy vales	G2
And woods again	C
And I will welcome them	H2
And pour as erst the song of heartfelt praise	G2
From yonder line where fade the farthest hills	G2
Which bound the blue lap of the swelling vale	J
On whose last line seen like a beacon hangs	G2
Thy tower benevolent accomplished Hoare	Q
To where I stand how wide the interval	I2
Yet instantaneous to the hurrying eye	J2
Displayed though peeping towers and villages	G2
Thick scattered 'mid the intermingling elms	G2
And towns remotely marked by hovering smoke	K2
And grass green pastures with their herds and seats	G2
Of rural beauty cottages and farms	G2
Unnumbered as the hedgerows lie between	R
Roaming at large to where the gray sky bends	G2
The eye scarce knows to rest till back recalled	A2
By yonder ivied cloisters in the plain	L2
Whose turret peeping pale above the shade	A2
Smiles in the venerable grace of years	G2
As the few threads of age's silver hairs	G2
Just sprinkled o'er the forehead lend a grace	G2
Of saintly reverence seemly though compared	A2
With blooming Mary's tresses like the morn	Z
So the gray weather stained towers yet wear	Q
A secret charm impressive though opposed	A2
To views in verdure flourishing the woods	G2
And scenes of Attic taste that glitter near	Q
O venerable pile though now no more	Q
The pensive passenger at evening hears	G2
The slowly chanted vesper or the sounds	G2
Of 'Miserere ' die along the vale	J
Yet piety and honoured age retired	A2
There hold their blameless sojourn ere the bowl	M2
Be broken or the silver chord be loosed	A2
Nor can I pass snatched from untimely fate	A2
Without a secret prayer that so my age	N2
When many a circling season has declined	A2
In charity and peace may wait its close	G2
Yet still be with me O delightful friend	A2
Soothing companion of my vacant hours	G2
Oh still be with me Spirit of the Muse	G2
Not to subdue or hold in moody spell	O2
The erring senses but to animate	A2
And warm my heart where'er the prospect smiles	G2
With Nature's fairest views not to display	E2
Vain ostentations of a poet's art	A2
But silent and associate of my joys	G2
Or sorrows to infuse a tenderness	G2
A thought that seems to mingle as I gaze	G2
With all the works of GOD So cheer my path	P2
From youth to sober manhood till the light	A2
Of evening smile upon the fading scene	R
And though no pealing clarion swell my fame	Q2
When all my days are gone let me not pass	G2
Like the forgotten clouds of yesterday	E2
Nor unremembered by the fatherless	G2
Of the loved village where my bones are laid	A2

William Lisle Bowles

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