Poems by Thomas Parnell
The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne
... That thou mayest rightly obey power, her bounds know ...
Jonah
... His the whirl'd sky, these waves that lift their head, ...
Bacchus: Or, The Vines Of Lesbos
... Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances, ...
The Soul In Sorrow
... I'll rise, (if that will please him still ...
On Mr Pope Drawing D: Swifts Picture
... For since they both are Witts Ime very glad ...
The Vigil Of Venus
... Now Bulls o'er Stalks of Broom extend their Sides, ...
The Horse And The Olive: Or, War And Peace
... Whene'er she pleas'd her Troops to Conquest flew, ...
On The Castle Of Dublin, Anno 1715
... One half is decay'd, and in want of a Prop, ...
On Ye Plott Against King William
... Cease fooles with Hellish plotts to wrack your brain, ...
A Desire To Praise
... And raise the flames of love with thine, ...
By Simon Vallambert. Erasmus
... Round ye wide world thy Fame & Knowledge fly ...
Satyr IX. The State Of Love Imitated Fm An Elegy Of Mons:r Desportes
... Now quickning hope when you're restraind by fears ...
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
... How strong thy flight, how large thy grasp of thought, ...
David
... And earnest pray'r express'd from thoughts that roll ...
The Book-Worm
... I strike the Scales that arm thee round, ...
