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Poetics

Or, a series of poems, and disquisitions on poetry. By George Dyer

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ODE XIV.


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ODE XIV.

[Thou Genius of this awful place!]

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After making the tour of the lakes of Westmoreland and Cumberland, on a visit to Mr. Wordsworth and Mr. Southey, the poets, in company with Mr. Basil Montagu. The spot more particularly alluded to, is that described by Gray; and the lines are little more than a translation of his Latin Ode, written at the Grande Chartreuse, avoiding, however, the long parenthesis.

Thou Genius of this awful place!
—Whate'er, unknown to me, thy name—
Thee 'mid thy native streams I trace;
Thee do these ancient wilds proclaim!
Ah! more I feel thy influence round,
'Mid falling water's solemn sound,
'Mid pathless rocks, and mountains rude,
And all yon deep opaque of wood,
Than if, enshrin'd aloft I saw thee stand,
Glittering in robes of gold, and shap'd by Phidias' hand.

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Oh! might my prayer be heard! might I,
Faint e'en in youth, here fix my seat!
But, if too cruel Fate deny
In scenes so blest, a still retreat;
If yet, ingulph'd in life's rude wave,
Its boisterings I must feebly brave,
Oh! might I find in peaceful age
Some corner, for a hermitage;
There steal from human cares and vulgar strife;
There still in freedom pass the waning hour of life!