Quote#Poetry
Poetic trifles from solitary rambles whilst chewing the cud of sweet…
Quote byWilliam Lisle Bowles · 1762–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Preface to Poetical Works, ed. George Gilfillan, vol. 1 (Edinburgh: Ballantyne & Co, 1855).
English (original)
Poetic trifles from solitary rambles whilst chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy..now written from memory, confined to fourteen lines, this seemed best adapted to the unity of sentiment, the verse flowed in unpremeditated harmony as my ear directed but are far from being mere elegiac couplets.
— William Lisle Bowles
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