Lines To Miss L ---- D ---- .

When Heav'n, sweet Laura! form'd thy mind,
With genius and with taste refin'd,
As if the union were too bright,
It spread the veil of diffidence,
That ev'ry ray, at first intense,
Might shine as soft as lunar light.

To frame a form then Nature strove,
And call'd on Beauty and on Love,
To lodge the mind they priz'd so well:
Completed was the fair design;
Thus blended dew-drops mildly shine
Within the lily's spotless bell!

John Carr

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Lines On A Little Bird Singing At The Window Of The Author, Soon After The Death Of A Beloved Sister.

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In Devonshire.

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Lines Written On Delia, Listening To Her Canary-Bird.

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Lines To Delia, On Her Wearing A Muslin Veil.

John Carr, Simple Poetry

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Thou rear'st thy beauteous head, sweet flow'r
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Lines To A Laurel-Leaf, Sent To The Author By Miss ---- .

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Lines To Miss C. On Her Leaving The Country.

Since Friendship soon must bid a fond adieu,
And, parting, wish your charms she never knew,
Dear Laura hear one genuine thought express'd,
Warm from the heart, and to the heart address'd: -
Much do I wish you all your soul holds dear,
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When years and absence shall their shade extend,

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Lines To Study.

O Study! while thy lovers raise
Thy name with all the pow'r of praise,
Frown not, thou nymph with piercing mind!
If in this bosom thou should'st find
That all thy deep, thy brilliant, lore,
Which charm'd it once, now charms no more:
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Lines To Miss Chinnery, Of Gillwell-House, Upon Her Appearing In A Dress With May-Flowers And Leaves Tastefully Displayed.

Tell me what taught thee to display
A choice so sweet, and yet so rare,
To prize the modest buds of May
Beyond the diamond's prouder glare?

Say, was the grateful pref'rence paid
To Nature, since, with skill divine,
So many fairy charms she made,
To grace her fav'rite Caroline?

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