Tag Archives: Thomas Parnell

Poem – On The Number Three

Beauty rests not in one fix’d Place, But seems to reign in every Face; ‘Tis nothing sure, but Fancy then, In various Forms bewitching Men; Or is it Shape and Colour fram’d, Proportion just, and woman nam’d? If Fancy only … Continue reading

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Poem – 51 Psalm

Look mercyfully down O Lord & wash us from our sinn Cleanse us from wicked deeds without from wicked thoughts within Lord I Confess my many sinns that I against thee doe Each minute they’re before my face & wound … Continue reading

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Poem – On Content

Grant heav’n that I may chuse my bliss If you design me worldly Happiness Tis not Honour thats but air Glory has but fancied light Fame as oft speak’s false as right Riches have wings & ever dwell with care … Continue reading

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Poem – Health, An Eclogue

Now early Shepherds o’er the Meadow pass, And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass; The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand, By turns obsequious to the Milker’s Hand. When Damon softly trod the shaven Lawn, Damon a Youth from … Continue reading

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Poem – Untitled Fragment

When Pop’ry s arbitrary yoak Britannia feard of late To liberty Religion spoke To save ye sinking state Joy of the World the Goddess said Can no great soul be found To move for this Ore Joy of both worlds … Continue reading

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