Love And The Spring-Flower.

'Tis pity, ev'ry maiden knows,
Just as she cools, Love warmer grows;
But, if the chill be too severe,
Trust me, he'll wither in a tear.

Thus will the spring-flow'r bud and blow,
Wrapp'd round in many a fold of snow;
But, if an ice-wind pierce the sky,
'Twill drop upon its bed, and die!

John Carr

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Lines To Annette.

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Lines[A] Written In A Beautiful Spot, The Favourite Retreat Of Delia.

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Lines On Lady W ---- Appearing At The Exhibition.

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

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A Song To A Fair Young Lady, Going Out Of Town In The Spring.

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The Spring of life is o'er with me,
And love and all gone by;
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I'm left to fade and die.
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And desolate's my cot:
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Are emblems of my lot.

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