William Lisle Bowles, poet Find!

William Lisle Bowles (1762-1850) was a clergyman, poet, and critic -- a writer both educated in and inspired by Hampshire. Although born in Northamptonshire, he attended Winchester College and held various clerical posts in Wiltshire. He was a prolific poet, publishing numerous sonnets and poems as well as longer poems, such as The Spirit of Discovery, as well as works of criticism, including one about Alexander Pope -- tangentially also a Hampshire writer, as he attended school in Twyford.

Bowles' poems largely draw inspiration from nature; he "maintained that images drawn from nature are poetically finer than those drawn from art; and that in the highest kinds of poetry the themes or passions handled should be of the general or elemental kind, and not the transient manners of any society." Among these works, the Hampshire landscape is well represented: he wrote poems about Southampton Water, Southampton Castle, Cadland, the River Itchen, a water party on Beaulieu River in the New Forest, and Netley Abbey. He also wrote about his time at Winchester College in his Monody on the death of Dr Warton (headmaster during that period) and On Leaving Winchester School. (However, we can't be greedy and just claim him for Hampshire; he also wrote about Matlock, Derbyshire -- another of the Reading Detectives' counties.)

Now, I'm not much of a poetry buff -- to my mind, Hilaire Belloc's cautionary tales represent the pinnacle of poetic achievement -- and critical opinion doesn't seem to hold Bowles in particularly high regard; his poems and theories of poetry were attacked by Byron. But, there is something rather charming about his "local" poems and they certainly meet our criteria. Many of the poems are available at Project Gutenberg, but here is a taster of his style.

Southampton Water
Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,
Leaving, for so it seemed, the world behind,
Its sounds of mingled uproar: we, reclined
Upon the sunny deck, heard but the breeze
That o'er us whispering passed, or idly played
With the lithe flag aloft. A woodland scene
On either side drew its slope line of green,
And hung the water's shining edge with shade.
Above the woods, Netley! thy ruins pale
Peered as we passed; and Vecta's azure hue
Beyond the misty castle met our view;
Where in mid channel hung the scarce seen sail.
So all was calm and sunshine as we went
Cheerily o'er the briny element.
Oh! were this little boat to us the world,
As thus we wandered far from sounds of care,
Circled by friends and gentle maidens fair,
Whilst morning airs the waving pennant curled;
How sweet were life's long voyage, till in peace
We gained that haven still, where all things cease!

31 August 2009 from Rachel the editor

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