English poem
Time And The Lover.
by John Carr (1793–1845)
Oh, Time! thy merits who can know? Thy real nature who discover? The absent lover calls thee slow,— “Too rapid,” says the happy lover. With bloom thy cheeks are now refin’d, Now to thine eye the tear is given; At once too cruel and too kind,— A little hell, a little heaven. Go then, thou charming myst’ry, go!— Yes, tho’ thou often dost amuse me, Tho’ many a joy to thee I owe, At once I thank thee and abuse thee.
More by John Carr
- The Mushroom.
- The Rhingau Song.
- The Song Of Grief
- The Water-Nymph Of The Rock.
- To Miss Atkinson, On The Extreme Diffidence Which She Displays To Strangers.
- Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-House, Northumberland.
- Verses On An Autumnal Leaf.
- Verses To Miss M. G ---- , Accompanied With A Dried Heliotrope, Which She Had Presented To The Author A Year Before.