The Works of Richard Owen Cambridge Including several pieces never before published: with an account of his life and character, by his son, George Owen Cambridge |
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Far other dreams my sensual soul employ,
While conscious nature tastes unholy joy:
I view the traces of experienced charms,
And clasp the regimentals in my arms.
To dream last night I clos'd my blubber'd eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits arise:
Alas! no more; methinks I wand'ring go
To distant quarters 'midst the Highland snow,
To the dark inn where never wax-light burns,
Where in smoak'd tap'stry faded Dido mourns;
To some assembly in a country town,
And meet the colonel—in a parson's gown!!
I start—I shriek—
While conscious nature tastes unholy joy:
I view the traces of experienced charms,
And clasp the regimentals in my arms.
To dream last night I clos'd my blubber'd eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits arise:
Alas! no more; methinks I wand'ring go
To distant quarters 'midst the Highland snow,
To the dark inn where never wax-light burns,
Where in smoak'd tap'stry faded Dido mourns;
To some assembly in a country town,
And meet the colonel—in a parson's gown!!
I start—I shriek—
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