Thomas Parnell Poems

Mother of plenty, daughter of the skies,
Sweet Peace, the troubl'd world's desire, arise;
Around thy poet weave thy summer shades,
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With kind compassion hear my cry
O Jesu, Lord of life, on high!
As when the Summer's seasons beat
With scorching flame and parching heat,
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Since bearing of a Gentle mind
Woud make you perfect be
Dear Celia to your self be kind
By being so to me
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Phillis I long yr powr have ownd
& you still gently swayd
Now nature has yr charms dethrond
& time your chain decayd
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Think England what it is to shake,
& better use your King,
His power raisd the frozen snake,
& Must he when he hears it speak,
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From the bleak Beach and broad expanse of sea,
To lofty Salem, Thought direct thy way;
Mount thy light chariot, move along the plains,
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To stifle Passion is no easy Thing,
A Heart in Love is always on the Wing;
The bold Betrayer flutters still,
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To friend with fingers quick & limber,
I send this piece of tunefull timber:
that, as 'tis said in Orpheus story,
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The things that Mortals love are mortal too
& swiftly transient fleet before the view
Or if with man a longer while they stay
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Poets are bound by ye severest rules,
the great ones must be mad, ye little all are fools,
thus wn. I rime 'tis at my own expence,
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