Poems Comments

At Oxford

Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,
Which won my heart, or when the gay career
Of life begun, or when at times a tear
Sat sad on memory's cheek--though loftier themes
Await the awakened mind to the high prize
Of wisdom, hardly earned with toil and pain,
Aspiring patient; yet on life's wide plain
Left fatherless, where many a wanderer sighs
Hourly, and oft our road is lone and long,
'Twere not a crime should we a while delay
Amid the sunny field; and happier they
Who, as they journey, woo the charm of song,
To cheer their way;--till they forget to weep,
And the tired sense is hushed, and sinks to sleep.



Poem topics: , , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add At Oxford poem to your favorites

Add Poet William Lisle Bowles to your favorites

Popular Poets

Richard Lovelace (32 poems)
Winthrop Mackworth Praed (4 poems)
Tan Pratonix (0 poems)
H. D. (24 poems)
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (0 poems)
Louise Gluck (4 poems)
John Keegan Casey (1 poems)
Rahmatali Baba (0 poems)
Sir Charles Sedley (5 poems)
Denise Levertov (3 poems)

Popular Poems

My Light Thou Art, by Lord John Wilmot
To A Virtuous Young Lady, by John Milton
Sonnet Xxv, by George Santayana
The Old Tin Hat, by Banjo Paterson
Hymn, by Emma Lazarus
Their Sex Life, by Archie Randolph Ammons
Newfoundland, by E. J. Pratt
Song -- Rondeau, by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
The Kindergarten Miss, by Edgar Albert Guest
On The Sea Wall, by Paul Laurence Dunbar