A POEM; WITH TALES, AND OTHER POETICAL COMPOSITIONS. BY JOHN PENWARNE. Sweet Solitude! from Life's tumultuous scenes. To thee I steal away to tread the grove, Or muse upon the bank beside the brook; And oft by Contemplation led at eve, When Nature sleeps, explore the haunted tow'r And now pursue, My lonely way along the craggy steep That frowns upon the wildering world of waves, And feasting on the luxury of thought, Best pleas'd at this still hour, I meditate On him the great ineffable sublime, And mark his grandeur midst the mighty shade. PETER PINDAR, LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER ROW. |