To The River Tweed

William Lisle Bowles

O tweed! a stranger, that with wand’ring feet
  O’er hill and dale has journey’d many a mile,
  (If so his weary thoughts he might beguile)
Delighted turns thy beauteous scenes to greet.
  The waving branches that romantick bend
O’er thy tall banks, a soothing charm bestow;
The murmurs of thy wand’ring wave below
  Seem to his ear the pity of a friend.
Delightful stream! tho’ now along thy shore,
  When spring returns in all her wonted pride,
The shepherd’s distant pipe is heard no more,
  Yet here with pensive peace could I abide,
Far from the stormy world’s tumultuous roar,
  To muse upon thy banks at eventide.

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• 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
• William Lisle Bowles : X. On Dover Cliffs.
• William Lisle Bowles : Xi. Written At Ostend

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