The Poetical Works of John Langhorne ... To which are prefixed, Memoirs of the Author by his Son the Rev. J. T. Langhorne ... In Two Volumes |
 | I. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| v. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
AN ODE
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
 | The Poetical Works of John Langhorne |  |
149
AN ODE
TO THE GENIUS OF WESTMORELAND.
Hail, hidden power of these wild groves,
These uncouth rocks, and mountains grey!
Where oft, as fades the closing day,
The family of Fancy roves.
These uncouth rocks, and mountains grey!
Where oft, as fades the closing day,
The family of Fancy roves.
In what lone cave, what sacred cell,
Coæval with the birth of Time,
Wrapt in high cares, and thought sublime,
In awful silence dost thou dwell?
Coæval with the birth of Time,
Wrapt in high cares, and thought sublime,
In awful silence dost thou dwell?
Oft in the depth of winter's reign,
As blew the bleak winds o'er the dale;
Moaning along the distant gale,
Has Fancy heard thy voice complain.
As blew the bleak winds o'er the dale;
Moaning along the distant gale,
Has Fancy heard thy voice complain.
Oft in the dark wood's lonely way,
Swift has she seen thee glancing by;
Or down the summer evening sky,
Sporting in clouds of gilded day.
Swift has she seen thee glancing by;
Or down the summer evening sky,
Sporting in clouds of gilded day.
150
If caught from thee the sacred fire,
That glow'd within my youthful breast;
Those thoughts too high to be exprest,
Genius, if thou didst once inspire,
That glow'd within my youthful breast;
Those thoughts too high to be exprest,
Genius, if thou didst once inspire,
O pleas'd accept this votive lay,
That, in my native shades retir'd,
And once, once more by thee inspir'd,
In gratitude I pay.
That, in my native shades retir'd,
And once, once more by thee inspir'd,
In gratitude I pay.
| The Poetical Works of John Langhorne | |