English poem
Love And The Spring-Flower.
by John Carr (1793–1845)
’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!
More by John Carr
- Lines Written Upon A Hill, On Leaving The Country.
- Lines Written Upon Seeing A Blind Young Woman In North Wales,
- Lines, Supposed To Be Written By A Female Friend, Upon An Infant Recommended To Her Care By Its Dying Mother.
- LINESWritten upon a Watch-String
- OCCASIONAL LINES
- Occasional Lines Repeated At An Elegant Entertainment
- Parody On "The Golden Days Of Good Queen Bess
- Rebecca, A Ballad.