English poem
LINES
by John Carr (1793–1845)
Sing, bird of grief! still eve descending, And soothe a mind with sorrow rending; Ne’er may I see the blush of morrow, But close this night the sigh of sorrow;
Then, if some wand’rer here directed Shall find my mossy grave neglected, May he replace the weed that’s growing With the nearest flow’r that’s blowing!
More by John Carr
- Impromptu To Madame C ---- Written At Paris, Upon Her Appearing Equally Modestly And Elegantly Dressed, Amidst The Semi-Nakedness Of The Rest Of The Female Fashionables.
- Impromptu, In Reply To A Lady, Who Asked The Author What Childhood Resembled.
- In Devonshire.
- Jeu D'Esprit Upon A Very Pretty Woman Asking The Author His Opinion Of Beauty.
- Lines Addressed To A Young Lady In Germany, Who, Until Her Sister, Honoured The Author By Walking With Him In The Evening.
- Lines Occasioned By The Death Of Lieutenant J ---- , Who Was Killed By A Pistol-Shot, Accidentally Discharged By His Friend, Captain B ---- .
- LINES ON A LITTLE BIRD
- LINES ON LADY W —— APPEARING AT THE EXHIBITION.