Oft does the lucid pebble shine,
Just cover'd by the murm'ring sea;
Thus precious, thus conceal'd, it shews,
Fair maid! thy mind and modesty.

If searching eyes the stone discern,
Quick will the hand of Art remove
Each ruder part, till, brilliant grown,
It seals the fond record of love.

And here the sweet connexion ends,
Eliza! 'twixt the gem and thee;
For thou wast polish'd from the first,
By Nature's hand, more happily!

(C) John Carr (sir)
06/30/2019


Best Poems of John Carr (Sir)

• Lines To Miss ---- ,
• An Indian Massacre-song.
• A Song. The Lover The Lute Of His Deceased Mistress.
• Epigram On The Grave Of Robespierre.
• Lines To Miss E. Atkinson, On Her Presenting The Author With An Irish Pebble.
• Impromptu Lines Upon A Very Handsome Woman Keeping The Hotel De Lion Blanc, At Dantzig.
• Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady,
• Song.
• Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-house, Northumberland.
• Verses On An Autumnal Leaf.
• Lines To A Robin.
• Lines Written In A Cottage By The Sea-side
• Lines Written Upon Seeing A Blind Young Woman In North Wales,
• Lines To Annette.
• Lines Written At Kilkenny, On The Theatricals Of That City.
• Lines To Health, Upon The Recovery Of A Friend From A Dangerous Illness.
• Song. The Words Adapted To "the Cossaka," One Of The Most Ancient Of The Russ Airs.
• Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. A.h. Holdsworth, Late Of Mount Galpin, Devonshire.
• Epigram On The Author And Eliza Frequently Differing In Opinion.
• Lines To Mrs. B ---- , At Bristol Hot Wells