Chapter 344 of 1414 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XXXII.

IMPROMPTU,

TO MISS AINSLIE.

[These lines were occasioned by a sermon on sin, to which the poet and Miss Ainslie of Berrywell had listened, during his visit to the border.]

Fair maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue:-- 'Twas guilty sinners that he meant, Not angels such as you!

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