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William Lisle Bowles - Bamborough Castle

2014-11-10 0 Dailymotion

Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep, <br />Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime, <br />Though, hurrying silent by, relentless Time <br />Assail you, and the winds of winter sweep <br />Round your dark battlements; for far from halls <br />Of Pride, here Charity hath fixed her seat, <br />Oft listening, tearful, when the tempests beat <br />With hollow bodings round your ancient walls; <br />And Pity, at the dark and stormy hour <br />Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high, <br />Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tower, <br />And turns her ear to each expiring cry; <br />Blessed if her aid some fainting wretch may save, <br />And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bamborough-castle/

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