English poem
Lines To Fortune
by John Carr (1793–1845)
Occasioned by a very amiable and generous Friend of mine munificently presenting Miss E.S. with a Donation of Fifteen Thousand Pounds. Oh, Fortune! I have seen thee shed A plenteous show'r of treasure down On many a weak and worthless head, On those who but deserv'd thy frown. And I have heard, in lonely shade, Her sorrows hapless Merit pour; And thou hast pass'd the drooping maid, To give some pamper'd fav'rite more. But tho' so cold, or strangely wild, It seems that worth can sometimes move; Thou hast on gentle Emma smil'd, And thou hast smil'd where all approve: - For Nature form'd her gen'rous heart With ev'ry virtue, pure, refin'd; And wit and taste, and grace and art, United to illume her mind. So dew-drops fall on some rare flow'r, That merits all their fost'ring care, As tho' they knew that, by their pow'r, Grateful 'twould wider scent the air.
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- Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady,
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- Lines To Annette.
- Lines To Delia, On Her Wearing A Muslin Veil.
- Lines To Health, Upon The Recovery Of A Friend From A Dangerous Illness.
- Lines To Her Royal Highness The Princess Elizabeth, Upon The Prints From Her Beautiful Drawings Of The Birth And Triumph Of Cupid.
- Lines To Julia.
- Lines To Lady Warren, On The Departure Of Sir John Borlase Warren, K.B. To Take The Command Of A Squadron.