[TRANSLATION] OF A LATIN POEM BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 pp. 100-101.

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TRANSLATION OF A LATIN POEM BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE , DEAN OF MANCHESTER . Oh thou , that prattling on thy pebbled way Through my paternal vale dost stray , Working thy shallow passage to the sea ! Oh , stream , thou speedest on The same as many seasons gone ; But not , alas , to me Remain the feelings that beguiled My early road , when , careless and content , ( Losing the hours in pastimes innocent ) Upon thy banks I strayed a playful child ; Whether the pebbles that thy margin strew , Collecting , heedlessly I threw ; Or loved in thy translucent wave My tender shrinking feet to lave ; Or else ensnared your little fry , And thought how wondrous skilled was I ! So passed my boyish days , unknown to pain , Days that will ne'er return again . It seems but yesterday I was a child , to-morrow to be gray ! So years succeeding years steal silently away . Not fleeter thy own current , hurrying thee , Rolls down to the great sea . Thither oh carry these sad thoughts ; the deep Bury them ! — thou , meantime , thy tenor keep , And winding through the green-wood , cheer , As erst , my native , peaceful pastures here .