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Yes! yes! I court thee, lovely Hope, to stay,
Though late I bade thee ever from me fly;
Oh! shed thy glimm'ring light around my way,
And never, never quit me, till I die.
Though late I bade thee ever from me fly;
Oh! shed thy glimm'ring light around my way,
And never, never quit me, till I die.
SONNET.
How sweet at ev'ning's twilight hour
To wander on the green hill's brow,
To hear mild Philomela pour
Her plaintive warblings, soft and low:
And sweet to see the silver moon
Play lightly on the foamy waves,
At midnight's bright and starry noon,
When sea-nymphs leave their coral caves.
To wander on the green hill's brow,
To hear mild Philomela pour
Her plaintive warblings, soft and low:
And sweet to see the silver moon
Play lightly on the foamy waves,
At midnight's bright and starry noon,
When sea-nymphs leave their coral caves.
