Poems by Thomas Parnell
Hesiod: Or, The Rise Of Woman
... She, proud to rule, yet strangely fram'd to teize, ...
Satyr III. Virtue
... Nor friends nor glorious wine nor sparkling witt ...
An Imitation Of Some French Verses
... And Truths which wou'd disturb my Peace ...
Song II
... When it darts from your Eyes, when it pants in your Heart, ...
O Tell If Any Fate You See
... Than where the nymph will cruell be ...
Love In Disguise
... 'Tis strange the Air that Cools, a Flame shou'd prove, ...
When Ore My Temples Balmy Vapours Rise
... More & still more forsakes the lengthening plain ...
Untitled Fragment
... Ore Joy of both worlds the nymph replyd ...
On Ye Queens Death
... the greatness of ye Loss putts all her faculties asleep ...
Habakkuk
... What mountains, earthquakes, clouds, and smokes are seen, ...
A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife
... She. When first my bard you taught my name ...
A Impromptu Like Martial
... Not that he has buisness, but thinks that he has ...
Jac: Faber Stapul: By J: Scaliger.
... or let the Nation find its praise in thee ...
Anacreontick I
... While Bacchus swore he'd Drink the Lass, ...
An Epitaph Desird On One Wheeler
... how strangely things are wheeld about ...
