English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. To a Friend. Уильям Лайл Боулз.

William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз)

To a Friend

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.

William Lisle Bowles’s other poems:

1. Elegy Written at the Hot-Wells, Bristol
2. Sonnet 11. Written at Ostend
3. Netley Abbey
4. Sonnet 13. O Time!
5. In Youth

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) To a Friend (“Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?”)

Anna Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To a Friend (“May never more of pensive melancholy”)

William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) To a Friend (“Have you ne’er seen, my gentle Squire!”)

Joseph Drake (Джозеф Дрейк) To a Friend (“Yes, faint was my applause and cold my praise”)

James Fields (Джеймс Филдс) To a Friend (“Go, with a manly heart”)

Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) To a Friend (“ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes”)

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To a Friend (“I ask but one thing of you, only one”)

John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) To a Friend (“Friend of my dark and solitary hour”)

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