Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady,

Whose Timidity frequently agitated her, when pressed to gratify her Friends by her Musical Talents.


'Tis said (and I believe it too)
That genuine merit seeks the shade;
Blushing to think what is her due,
As of her own sweet pow'rs afraid: -

Thus, lovely maid! on fluttering wings,
Thy pow'rs a thousand fears pursue,
Which, like thy own harmonious strings,
When press'd enchant, and tremble too!

The pity, which we give, you owe,
For mutual fears on both attend;
While anxious thus you joy bestow,
We fear too soon that joy will end!

John Carr

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Oh! form'd to prompt the smile or tear,
At once so sweet, yet so severe!
As much for you as him I grieve;
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Lines To An Auricula, Belonging To ---- .

Thou rear'st thy beauteous head, sweet flow'r
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Lines To Study.

O Study! while thy lovers raise
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From Mirth's bright circle, from the giddy throng,
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Sweet guardian of the rosy cheek!
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Upon the mountain's breezy peak,
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When Heav'n, sweet Laura! form'd thy mind,
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