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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T139692 K110146.000 Lennox, Charlotte, ca. 1729-1804. Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. London printed for, and sold by S. Paterson 1747 pp. 57-58. [8],88p.; 8⁰.

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The DREAM . AH stay , fair fleeting Form , I charge thee stay ; Whither , ah whither wouldst thou glide away ? Ardelia calls thee , lovely cruel Shade ! Ardelia bids thee stay , thy once lov'd Maid ! Alas ! in vain I call , for see he flies ; Flies my fond clasping Arms , and ardent Eyes . Not all my Prayers can the lov'd Form detain : My Sighs , my Tears , my Wishes are in vain . In gentle Slumbers , Morpheus , close my Eyes , And bid once more the lovely Phantom rise . Bid him in all those heavenly Charms appear ; That melting Softness , that engaging Air , In that too powerful Sorrow let him shine , When first he gave his Heart and conquer'd mine . Hence then , ye Sorrows , from the fancied Scene , Despairs , eternal Sighs , and secret Pain , Shall wound no more , no Thought my Bliss destroy ; No happy Rival interrupt my Joy : For oh ! whate'er my cruel Fates Design , In Sleep Philander can be only mine .