Poems by Thomas Parnell
As Celia With Her Sparrow Playd
... But Celia shews short life to grasp ...
I Lookd & In A Moment Run
... & wth the fires which guild them yet ...
The Hermit
... He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, ...
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
... Your country what & what your friends may claim ...
In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
... And Biddy's Lillies bleachd to grey ...
On A Certain Poets Judgement Between Mr Pope & Mr Philips Don In An Italian Air
... Tis hence he thinks the bays his own, ...
On Ye Bishop Of Meaths Death
... He was with so good thoughts so freely springing blest, ...
A Tavern feast
... Ide sing you how they drunk like Gods ...
Chloris Appearing In A Looking Glass
... That strikes with Love and with Surprize, ...
The Gift Of Poetry
... Where first their harps the Sons of Glory strung ...
Satyr I. A Letter To A Friend. On Poets.
... Wn. a just turn of verse don't raise ye illnaturd truth ...
A Hymn for Noon
... Its beams with force and glory beat, ...
Out Of Greek
... The things that Mortals love are mortal too ...
The Flies. An Eclogue.
... Your Trees and whisp'ring Breeze, your Grove and Love, ...
On The Death Of Mr. Viner
... The Soft, the Strong, the Clear, the Shrill, the Deep, ...
