Under such circumstances the Author trusts that

they will be well received, without any depreciation of

his later and more serious Poems.

Stourbridge,

June, 1843.

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The Lovers Grave

Sonnet

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O come and pluck these Grapes Friend

O come to my Arms my sweet Love

Oh come now the Mild Moon Shines

Sweet is the dewy Evening hour

This is the Hour we Meet

Oh come to me

I Love T'hee! I Love Thee

My Love she bid me leave Her

'Tis Eve, 'Tis Eve

Oh! Sleep hath fled from my weary Eyes

I met thee in the Grove Love

THE EVENING WALK.

"Go boldly forth, my simple lay,

Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung:
Thy notes are sweet the damsels say;
But O! far sweeter, if they please,

The nymph for whom these notes are sung.'

SIR WILLIAM JONES.