Sir John Carr Poems

Nature's imperfect child, to whom
The world is wrapt in viewless gloom,
Can unresisted still impart
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Has Time a changeling made of thee?
Oh! no; and thou art a ...
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The morning purple on the hill,
The village spire, the ivy'd tow'r,
The sparkling wheel of yonder mill,
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Well with the
purpose
does the
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By painful sickness long severely prest,
Here sinks, on Nature's sacred lap of rest,
A friend, who, in a life too short, display'd
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Wide thro' the azure blue and bright
Serenely floats the lamp of night;
The sleeping waves forget to move,
And silent is the cedar grove;
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These shades were made for Love alone,-
Here only smiles and kisses sweet
Shall play around his flow'ry throne,
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When stormy show'rs from Heav'n descend,
And with their weight the lily bend,
The Sun will soon his aid bestow,
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See, the waves clasp the Sun, as he sinks from our sight,
And Despair sullen rides on the wings of the night;
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Poor Molly O'Flannagan (Lord rest her soul!)
Drank so deeply of whiskey, 'twas thought she would die;
Her fond lover, Pat, from her
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