To A Friend

William Lisle Bowles

Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng!
Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears;
To busy phantasies, and boding fears,
Lest ill betide thee; but 't will not be long
Ere the hard season shall be past; till then
Live happy; sometimes the forsaken shade
Remembering, and these trees now left to fade;
Nor, mid the busy scenes and hum of men,
Wilt thou my cares forget: in heaviness
To me the hours shall roll, weary and slow,
Till mournful autumn past, and all the snow
Of winter pale, the glad hour I shall bless
That shall restore thee from the crowd again,
To the green hamlet on the peaceful plain.

Next 10 Poems

• William Lisle Bowles : To The River Itchin, Near Winton
• William Lisle Bowles : To The River Tweed
• William Lisle Bowles : To The River Wenbeck
• William Lisle Bowles : V. To The River Tweed.
• William Lisle Bowles : Vi. Evening, As Slow Thy Placid Shades Descend...
• William Lisle Bowles : Vii. At A Village In Scotland....
• William Lisle Bowles : Written At A Convent
• William Lisle Bowles : Written At Bamborough Castle
• William Lisle Bowles : Written At Ostend
• William Lisle Bowles : Written At Tinemouth, Northumberland, After A Tempestuous Voyage

Previous 10 Poems

• William Lisle Bowles : Time And Grief
• William Lisle Bowles : Sonnet: O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye
• William Lisle Bowles : Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To Day
• William Lisle Bowles : Sonnet: July 18th 1787
• William Lisle Bowles : Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787
• William Lisle Bowles : Sonnet: At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
• William Lisle Bowles : On The Funeral Of Charles The First At Night, In St. George's Chapel, Windsor
• William Lisle Bowles : On The Funeral Of Charles The First
• William Lisle Bowles : On Hearing
• William Lisle Bowles : On A Distant View Of England