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 |
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ANOTHER INSCRIPTION IN THE SAME GROTTO.
1756.
O Fairest of the village-born,
Content, inspire my careless lay!
Let no vain wish, no thought forlorn
Throw darkness o'er the smiling day.
Forget'st thou, when we wander'd o'er
The sylvan Beleau's sedgy shore,
Or rang'd the woodland wilds along;
How oft on Herclay's mountains high
We've met the morning's purple eye,
Delay'd by many a song?
Content, inspire my careless lay!
Let no vain wish, no thought forlorn
Throw darkness o'er the smiling day.
Forget'st thou, when we wander'd o'er
The sylvan Beleau's sedgy shore,
Or rang'd the woodland wilds along;
How oft on Herclay's mountains high
We've met the morning's purple eye,
Delay'd by many a song?
From thee, from those by fortune led;
To all the farce of life confin'd;
At once each native pleasure fled,
For thou, sweet nymph, wast left behind.
Yet could I once, once more survey
Thy comely form in mantle grey,
Thy polish'd brow, thy peaceful eye;
Where e'er, forsaken fair, you dwell,
Tho' in this dim sequester'd cell,
With thee I'd live and die.
To all the farce of life confin'd;
At once each native pleasure fled,
For thou, sweet nymph, wast left behind.
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Thy comely form in mantle grey,
Thy polish'd brow, thy peaceful eye;
Where e'er, forsaken fair, you dwell,
Tho' in this dim sequester'd cell,
With thee I'd live and die.
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