Tho' nought, amid these darkened groves,
But various groups of death appear,
Scar'd at the sight, tho' fly the Loves,
And Sickness saddens all the year,
Yet, Clara, where you deign to stay,
Your sense and manners charm us so,
E'en sick'ning Sorrow's self looks gay,
And smiles amid the wreck of woe.
(C) John Carr (sir)
06/29/2019
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