Lines Upon A Diamond Cross, Worn On Her Bosom By Miss C.M.

Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear
The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften Heaven;
For trust me, tho' so very young and fair,
Thou hast some little sins to be forgiven: -
For all the hopes which wit and grace can spread,
For all the sighs which countless charms can move,
Fall, lovely Kitty! on thy youthful head;
Yet fall they gently - for the crime is love.

John Carr

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Lines Written En Badinage, After Visiting A Paper-Mill Near Tunbridge-Wells, In Consequence Of The Lovely Miss W ---- , Who Excels In Drawing, Requesting The Author To Describe The Process Of Making Paper, In Verse.

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Lines To The Memory Of Erasmus, By Oudaan, Inscribed On The Pedestal Of The Statue Raised In Honour Of The Former, In Rotterdam.

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Bankruptcy Rendered Easy.

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Love And The Spring-Flower.

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I look'd the fragrant garden round
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Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. A.H. Holdsworth, Late Of Mount Galpin, Devonshire.

Tyrant of all our loves and friendships here,
Behold thy beauteous victim! - Ah! tis thine
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Where joy should long in cloudless radiance shine.

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Lines To An Auricula, Belonging To ---- .

Thou rear'st thy beauteous head, sweet flow'r
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Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek
Your boasted captivations try;
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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:
Frown not, if, on thy classic line,
One strange, uncall'd-for, tear should shine;
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Should an unmeaning homage pay,
Should ask thee for thy golden fruit,
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Should turn her from the proffer'd food,
To tread the shades of Solitude:
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