" I pour'd the cold waters of Malvern in vain; / Was sad in the crowd, where each heart was a stranger"
— Bowles, William Lisle (1762-1850)
Work Title
Date
1806
Metaphor
" I pour'd the cold waters of Malvern in vain; / Was sad in the crowd, where each heart was a stranger"
Metaphor in Context
Beside the vast mountain, yet drooping in danger,
I pour'd the cold waters of Malvern in vain;
Was sad in the crowd, where each heart was a stranger,
And cast my eyes aching o'er all the proud plain:
Then oh, lovely Wye, to the spirit how cheering,
Thy meads and thy woods how delightful appearing,
To him, who no longer the Phantom is fearing,
Which vanish'd, like night, on the waves of the Wye!
I pour'd the cold waters of Malvern in vain;
Was sad in the crowd, where each heart was a stranger,
And cast my eyes aching o'er all the proud plain:
Then oh, lovely Wye, to the spirit how cheering,
Thy meads and thy woods how delightful appearing,
To him, who no longer the Phantom is fearing,
Which vanish'd, like night, on the waves of the Wye!
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "strange" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
02/22/2006
