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ERSES MADE ON SEEING A YOUNG LADY LAST NIGHT ON T«E 

 SOUTH BRIDGE OF EDINBURGH, NOVEMBER I4. 179*' 

 For the Bet. 



•Last night when Sol withdrew his beams 



Beneath the azure fkies. 

 And murky night her curtain threw 



Acrofs the trav'Uer's eyes, 

 Some glimm'ring lamps, with feeble flimes, 



Edina's streets did light, 

 (For Luna then could not be seen 



The' mistrefs of the night) 

 By help of which I saw, ye Gods \ 



A nymph divinely fair, 

 Whose every look was beauty's serf. 



Nought could with her compare. 

 Her hair in flowing ringlets loose, 



Hung waving on her cheek, 

 "Her lively eyes, like drops of dew, 



Did Ihine divinely sweet. 

 I saw and lov'd, yei lov'd in vain. 



This sweetest of her race. 

 For Ihe walk'd off, left me behind 



To mourn her absent face. 

 Tho' fled, her lovely image still 



Kept fix'd within my breast. 

 And thus I reason'd with myself. 



As after her I prest : 

 *' Whilst on forbidden fruit I gaz'd, 



" I stood abafh'd with fear, 

 *' Hard fate ! no farther to advance, 



" And yet to be so near. 

 " So Moses from fair Plsgah's top, 



" The land of promise ej'd, 

 " But never reach'd that favour'd spot"; 



" He saw, came down, and died." 



SONNET. 



For the Bee. 

 1 HE rose b«d, op'ning to the gilded hour 



Its sweetly bloo:n)ng charms and scented breati^ 

 Torn from its parent sttm, a beauteous flovv'r \ 

 Droops down its head, and fading feels its death-. 

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