In Youth

William Lisle Bowles

Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace
Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair,
That brow untouched by one faint line of care,
To mar its openness, we seem to trace
The front of the first lord of the human race,
Mid thine own Paradise portrayed so fair,
Ere Sin or Sorrow scathed it: such the air
That characters thy youth. Shall time efface
These lineaments as crowding cares assail!
It is the lot of fallen humanity.
What boots it! armed in adamantine mail,
The unconquerable mind, and genius high,
Right onward hold their way through weal and woe,
Or whether life's brief lot be high or low! 

Next 10 Poems

• William Lisle Bowles : Iv. To The River Wenbeck
• William Lisle Bowles : Ix. O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye...
• William Lisle Bowles : Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day
• William Lisle Bowles : Netley Abbey
• William Lisle Bowles : O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye
• William Lisle Bowles : O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure
• William Lisle Bowles : On A Beautiful Landscape
• William Lisle Bowles : On A Distant View Of England
• William Lisle Bowles : On Hearing
• William Lisle Bowles : On The Funeral Of Charles The First

Previous 10 Poems

• William Lisle Bowles : In Age
• William Lisle Bowles : Iii. O Thou, Whose Stern Command And Precepts Pure...
• William Lisle Bowles : Ii. Written At Bamborough Castle.
• William Lisle Bowles : I. Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage.
• William Lisle Bowles : Evening
• William Lisle Bowles : Bereavement
• William Lisle Bowles : At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
• William Lisle Bowles : At A Village In Scotland
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• Jorge Luis Borges : To A Cat