When Heav'n, sweet Laura! form'd thy mind,
With genius and with taste refin'd,
As if the union were too bright,
It spread the veil of diffidence,
That ev'ry ray, at first intense,
Might shine as soft as lunar light.

To frame a form then Nature strove,
And call'd on Beauty and on Love,
To lodge the mind they priz'd so well:
Completed was the fair design;
Thus blended dew-drops mildly shine
Within the lily's spotless bell!

(C) John Carr (sir)
03/10/2020


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
• Jeu Desprit Upon A Very Pretty Woman Asking The Author His Opinion Of Beauty.