'Tis pity, ev'ry maiden knows,
Just as she cools, Love warmer grows;
But, if the chill be too severe,
Trust me, he'll wither in a tear.

Thus will the spring-flow'r bud and blow,
Wrapp'd round in many a fold of snow;
But, if an ice-wind pierce the sky,
'Twill drop upon its bed, and die!

(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.