Think not, thou pride of Summer's softest strain!
Sweet dress of Nature, in her virgin bloom!
That thou hast flutter'd to the breeze in vain,
Or unlamented found thy native tomb.
The Muse, who sought thee in the whisp'ring shade,
When scarce one roving breeze was on the wing,
With tones of genuine grief beholds thee fade,
And asks thy quick return in earliest Spring.
I mark'd the victim of the wintry hour,
I heard the winds breathe sad a fun'ral sigh,
When the lone warbler, from his fav'rite bow'r,
Pour'd forth his pensive song to see thee die; -
When, in his little temple, colder grown,
He saw its sides of green to yellow grow,
And mourn'd his little roof, around him blown,
Or toss'd in beauteous ruin on the snow;
And vow'd, throughout the dreary day to come,
(More sad by far than summer's gloomiest night),
That not one note should charm the leafless gloom,
But silent Sorrow should attend thy flight.
(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