Thomas Parnell Poems

When thy beauty appears
In its graces and airs
All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky,
At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:
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Come hither, Boy, we'll hunt to Day
The Book-Worm, ravening Beast of Prey,
Produc'd by Parent Earth, at odds
(As Fame reports it) with the Gods.
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My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.
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Let those love now, who never lov'd before,
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.
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How bless'd the man, how fully so,
As far as man is bless'd below,
Who taking up his cross essays
To follow Jesus all his days,
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To the kind powr who taught me how to sing
Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd
Did ancient piety approach the God.
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Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
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Now kind now coy wth how much change
You feed my fierce desire
As if to more extravagance
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One authour has anothers head begun
Lett no man say it might be better don
For since they both are Witts Ime very glad
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When in the River Cows for Coolness stand,
And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land,
A Youth whom Æsop taught that ev'ry Tree
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