Sir John Carr Poems

Sing, bird of grief! still eve descending,
And soothe a mind with sorrow rending;
Ne'er may I see the blush of morrow,
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Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear
The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften Heaven;
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When Time a mellowing tint has thrown
O'er many a scene to mem'ry dear.
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Adieu! dear girl! if we are doom'd to part,
Take with thee, take, the blessing of this heart,
Due to thy gentle mind, and cultur'd sense;
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With horror dumb, tho' guiltless, stood
Beside his dying ...
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Go, little flutt'rer! seek thy feather'd loves,
And leave a wretched mourner to his woe;
Seek out the bow'rs of bliss, seek happier groves,
Nor here unheeded let thy music flow.
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When lovely Delphine sought the crowded scene,
The painter's mimic pow'r no longer mov'd;
All turn'd to gaze upon her beauteous mien,
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In days that long have glided by,
Beneath keen Scotia's weeping sky,
On many a hill of purple heath,
In many a gloomy glen beneath,
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Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek
Your boasted captivations try;
Alas! o'er Nature would you seek
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Bless'd be thy slumbers, little love!
Unconscious of the ills so near;
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