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Lines To A Promising Young Artist

These bays be thine; and, tho' not form'd to shineClear as thy colour, faultless as thy line,Yet shall the Muse essay, in humble verse,Thy merits, lovely Painting! to rehearse.As when the demon of the winter stormRobs each sweet flow'ret of its beauteous form,The Spirit of the stream, in crystal wave,Sleeps whilst the chilling blasts above him rave,Till the Sun spreads his animating fires,And sullen Darkness from the scene retires,Then mountain-nymphs discard their robes of snow,And in green mantles smile in roseate glow,And rivers, loosen'd from their icy chain,Spread joy and richness thro' the verdant plain,Thus, in those climes where skies are... Poems - Post by : tapan - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1992

Lines To Describe The Process Of Makingpaper, In Verse

Written en badinage, after visiting a Paper-Mill near Tunbridge-Wells, in consequence of the lovely Miss W----, who excels in Drawing, requesting the Author to describe the Process of making Paper, in Verse.Reader! I do not wish to brag; But, to display Eliza's skill,I'd proudly be the vilest rag That ever went to paper-mill.Content in pieces to be cut; Tho' sultry were the summer-skies,Pleas'd between flannel I'd be put, And after bath'd in jellied size.Tho' to be squeez'd and hang'd I hate, For thee, sweet girl! upon my word,When the stout press had forc'd me flat,... Poems - Post by : StillHill - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 917

The Mushroom

Awake, my Muse! awake each slumb'ring string,And (mighty subject!) of a Mushroom sing,Fair to the eye, and pleasant to the taste;Charm'd by the note, a pigmy group, in haste,Lay down their grainy loads, as slow they moveThro' lanes of reed and grass, to them a grove!As if an Orpheus thou, they gather round,Erect their tiny ears, and drink the sound.Gray was the sky, save where the eastern rayO'er fragrant hills proclaim'd th' approaching day;Rurilla, loveliest virgin of the plain,With spirits light, and mind without a stain,Rose from her simple bed, refresh'd with rest;Ah, Sleep! with marble finger had'st thou prestHer lovely... Poems - Post by : massive - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3203

Lines To A Young Lady, Occasioned By Her Declining An Offer Of Marriage

Made her by a very accomplished Friend of the Author.Oh! form'd to prompt the smile or tear,At once so sweet, yet so severe!As much for you as him I grieve;Ah! thoughtless! if you thus can leaveA mind with wit and learning bright,Where Temper sheds its cloudless light;Where manly honour, taste refin'd,With ev'ry virtue, are combin'd;If you can quit a heart so true,Which has so often throbb'd for you,I'll pity, tho' I can't reprove;And did I, such is Florio's love,Eager he'd fly to take thy part,E'en in a war against his heart.(The end)Sir John Carr's poem: Lines To A Young Lady, Occasioned... Poems - Post by : Dragonfire - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 2312

Miss W---- Returned The Rouge

With the following elegant Lines.When men exert their utmost pow'rs,To while away the tedious hours, With soothing Flatt'ry's art,When ev'ry art and work well skill'd,And ev'ry look with poison fill'd, Assail a woman's heart,Tho' ardently she'd wish to beProof 'gainst the charms of Flattery, The task is hard, I ween;Self-love will whisper "'Tis quite true,Who can there be more fair than you? Who more admir'd, when seen?"Then take this tempting gift of thine,Nor e'er again wish me to shine In any borrow'd bloom:Nor rouge, nor compliments, can charm;Full well I know they both will harm;... Poems - Post by : Mark_J - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 2049

Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W----

Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek Your boasted captivations try;Alas! o'er Nature would you seek To gain one moment's victory?Her softer tint, sweet look, and gentle air,Shall prove you're but a vain intruder there.But go, display your charms and taste; Soon shall you blush a richer red,To find your mimic pow'r surpass'd; And, whilst upon her cheek you spreadYour vermeil hue, tell her ingenuous heart,'Tis the first time she ever practis'd art.(The end)Sir John Carr's poem: Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W----... Poems - Post by : 58538 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1924

Lines To Annette

Canst thou, Annette, thy lover see? His trembling love unfolded hear? And mark the while th' impassion'd tear,Th' impassion'd tear of agony?Adown his anxious features steal,Nor then one burst of pity feel?But, as bereav'd of ev'ry sense,Look on with cold indifference.Go, then, Annette, in all thy charms,Go bless some gayer, happier, arms;Go, rest secure, thy fear give o'er,These eyes shall follow thee no more;And never shall these lips impartOne thought of all that rends my heart.Yet, since will burst the frequent sigh, And since the tear will ever fall,From thee and from the world I'll fly; Deserts... Poems - Post by : krellum - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1300

The Fury Of Discord

In a chariot of fire, thro Hell's flaming arch, The Fury of Discord appear'd;A myriad of demons attended her march, And in Gallia her standard she rear'd.Thy name, so enchanting, sweet Freedom! she took, But in vain did she try to assumeThy smile of content, thy enlivening look, And thy roseate mountainous bloom.For wan was her visage, and phrensied her eye, At her girdle a poniard she wore;Her bosom and limbs were expos'd to the sky, And her robe was besprinkled with gore.Nature shudder'd, and sigh'd as the wild rabble past, Each flow'r droop'd... Poems - Post by : phx8549 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 974

Song (wilt Thou, Because Thy Florio Loves)

Wilt thou, because thy Florio loves, Forsake the giddy glitt'ring throng,With him to dwell in peaceful groves, With him to hear the shepherd's song?Can'st thou, without a sigh, resign The homage by thy charms inspir'd?To one, oh! say, can'st thou confine What oft so many have admir'd?Sweet maid! oh! bless'd shall be our love, Till time shall bid it cease to flow;With thee shall ev'ry moment prove A little heaven form'd below!(The end)Sir John Carr's poem: Song (Wilt Thou, Because Thy Florio Loves)... Poems - Post by : qbnito - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3075

Lines To Study

O Study! while thy lovers raiseThy name with all the pow'r of praise,Frown not, thou nymph with piercing mind!If in this bosom thou should'st findThat all thy deep, thy brilliant, lore,Which charm'd it once, now charms no more:Frown not, if, on thy classic line,One strange, uncall'd-for, tear should shine;Frown not, if, when a smile should start,A sigh should heave an aching heart:If Mem'ry, roving far away,Should an unmeaning homage pay,Should ask thee for thy golden fruit,And, when thou deign'st to hear her suit,Should turn her from the proffer'd food,To tread the shades of Solitude:Frown not, if, in the humble line,Ungrac'd by... Poems - Post by : magicat90 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3493

Lines Addressed To A Young Lady In Germany

Who, until her Sister, honoured the Author by walking with him in the Evening. Adieu! dear girl! if we are doom'd to part,Take with thee, take, the blessing of this heart,Due to thy gentle mind, and cultur'd sense;Perhaps 'twill please, but, sure, can't give offence.Tho', when we met, the solar ray was gone,And on our steps the moon-beam only shone,Yet well I mark'd thy form and native grace,And all the sweet expression of thy face;And pleas'd I listen'd as thy accents fell,Accents that spoke a feeling mind so wellLo, when the birds repose at ev'ning hour,The sweetest of... Poems - Post by : Ken_Shorey - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1493

Impromptu, In Reply To A Lady

Impromptu,IN REPLY TO A LADYWho asked the Author what Childhood resembled.How like is childhood to the lucid tide That calmly wanders thro' the mossy dell,Sweeps o'er the lily by the margin's side, And, as it kisses, murmurs out, Farewell!(The end)Sir John Carr's poem: Impromptu, In Reply To A Lady... Poems - Post by : davepc3 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3058

Sonnet, Occasioned By Reading An Inscription On Tombstone Of Captain Christensen

Occasioned by reading an Inscription on the Tombstone of Captain Christensen, of Krajore, in Norway, who died in consequence of the Bite of his Dog, when it was mad.Ah! hapless stranger! who, without a tear, Can this sad record of thy fate survey?No angry tempest laid thee breathless here, Nor hostile sword, nor Nature's mild decay.The fond companion of thy pilgrim feet, Who watch'd thee in thy sleep, who moan'd if miss'd,And sprung with such delight his Lord to greet, Imbu'd with death the hand he oft had kiss'd.And here, remov'd from Love's lamenting eye, Far... Poems - Post by : Skydragn - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 742

Song (when Storms On The Ocean)

When storms on the ocean Create high emotion, It pleases the wish Of the monarch of fish,For he gambols and sports in the motion. Should a shoal of small fry Attempt to draw nigh, With a flap of his tail, Th' imperial whaleMakes them pay for their rashness, and die. Oh! thus, on the seas, Just... Poems - Post by : trossbottom - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3068

Song (to The Tune Of "ye Gentlemen Of England)

To the Tune of "Ye Gentlemen of England."No gentleman of England now sits at home at ease,But emulates on shore the heroes of the seas;A common cause unites them, to meet the daring foe,All they wish, all they ask, is a fav'ring wind to blow.Oh! let them come along, and may no tempests low'r,But fairly may we try our valour and our pow'r,That Hist'ry may not say, should these robbers be laid low,To the storm 'tis alone the victory we owe.Soon shall these infidels the dreadful diff'rence prove,'Twixt slaves impell'd by fear, and freemen bound by love;Our foes shall never rise... Poems - Post by : theguru - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3354

Lines To The Memory Of Erasmus

TO THE MEMORY OF ERASMUS,BY OUDAAN,Inscribed on the Pedestal of the Statue raised in Honour of the former,in Rotterdam.(The Original in Dutch.)ORIGINAL.Hier rees die groote zon, en ging te Bazel onder! De Rykstad eer' en vier' dien Heilig in zyn grav; Dit tweede leeven geevt, die't eerste leeven gav:Maar 't ligt der taalen, 't zout der zeden, 't heerlyk wonder.Waar met de Lievde, en Vreede, en Godgeleerdheid praald,Word met geen grav gëerd nog met zeen beeld betaald:Dies moet hier't lugtgewele Erasmus overdekken,Nadien geen mind're plaats zyn tempel kan verstrekken!TRANSLATION.Erasmus, here, the eloquent and wise, That Sun of Learning!... Poems - Post by : branson - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1221

Jeu D'esprit

UPON A VERY PRETTY WOMAN ASKING THE AUTHOR HISOPINION OF BEAUTY.Madam! you ask what marks for beauty pass:Require them rather from your looking-glass!(The end)Sir John Carr's poem: Jeu D'esprit... Poems - Post by : websioux - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 870

Lines Upon A Lady Dying Leaving A Little Infant Behind Her

LINES UPON A LADY DYINGSoon after she had been wrecked on the Cornish Coast,LEAVING A LITTLE INFANT BEHIND HER.Sweet stranger! tho' the merc'less stormHere sternly cast thy fainting form,What tho' no kindred hand was nearTo wipe away Affliction's tear,Yet shall thy gentle spirit own,Amidst these sea-girt shores unknown,That Pity pour'd her balmy store,And kindred hands could do no more.Ne'er shall that pang disturb thy rest,That moves the parted mother's breast;The object of thy dying fearShall want no father's fondness here.Oft shall his little lips proclaim,With April-tears, thy treasur'd name;His little hands, when summers bloom,Shall gather flow'rs to deck thy tomb.(The end)Sir... Poems - Post by : jezzwhizz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 3341

Lines Written At Fredensborg

The deserted Palace of the late Queen Dowager Juliana Maria(A). Bless'd are the steps of Virtue's queen! Where'er she moves fresh roses bloom;And, when she droops, kind Nature poursHer genuine tears in gentle show'rs, That love to dew the willow green That over-canopies her tomb. But, ah! no willing mourner here Attends to tell the tale of woe:Why is yon statue prostrate thrown?Why has the grass green'd o'er the stone? Why, 'gainst the spider'd casement drear, So sullen seems the wind to blow?... Poems - Post by : munroe145 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1548

Lines Upon Seeing A Beautiful Infant Sleeping On The Bosom Of Its Mother

Upon its native pillow dear, The little slumb'rer finds repose;His fragrant breath eludes the ear-- A zephyr passing o'er a rose.Yet soon from that pure spot of rest (Love's little throne!) shalt thou be torn;Time hovers o'er thy downy nest, To crown thy baby-brow with thorn.Ah! thoughtless! couldst thou now but see On what a world thou soon must move,Or taste the cup prepar'd for thee Of grief, lost hopes, or widow'd love,Ne'er from that breast thou'd'st raise thine head, But thou would'st breathe to Heav'n a pray'rTo let thee, ere thy blossom fade,... Poems - Post by : imarket - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sir John Carr - Read : 1572

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