The Glow-Worm. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

Oh, what is this which shines so bright,
And in the lonely place
Hangs out his small green lamp at night,
The dewy bank to grace!

It is a glow-worm, still and pale
It shines the whole night long,
When only stars, O nightingale,
Seem listening to thy song!

And so amid the world's cold night,
Through good report or ill,
Shines out the humble Christian's light,
As lonely and as still.

William Lisle Bowles

William Lisle Bowles was an English cleric, poet, and critic who was born on 24th September 1762 and died on 7th April 1850. He is best known for his sonnets, which were highly praised by the Romantic poets. Bowles's work significantly influenced Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth. Besides his poetry, he wrote extensively on literary criticism and editing. Bowles spent much of his clerical career in Wiltshire and Gloucestershire.

William Lisle Bowles

The Greenwich Pensioners.

William Lisle Bowles, Simple Poetry

Spring - Cuckoo. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

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The Last Song Of Camoens.[1]

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