Thomas Parnell Poems
|121.||A Beavy Of The Fair & Gay||4/17/2010|
|122.||Satyr Ix. The State Of Love Imitated Fm An Elegy Of Mons:R Desportes||4/17/2010|
|123.||The Vigil Of Venus||4/17/2010|
|124.||Love In Disguise||4/17/2010|
|126.||Satyr V. Verse||4/17/2010|
|128.||On The Number Three||4/17/2010|
|129.||A Night-Piece On Death||1/3/2003|
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A Night-Piece On Death
By the blue taper's trembling light,
No more I waste the wakeful night,
Intent with endless view to pore
The schoolmen and the sages o'er:
Their books from wisdom widely stray,
Or point at best the longest way.
I'll seek a readier path, and go
Where wisdom's surely taught below.
How deep yon azure dyes the sky!
Where orbs of gold unnumber'd lie,
While through their ranks in silver pride
The nether crescent seems to glide!
The slumb'ring breeze forgets to breathe,
The lake is smooth and clear beneath,
Where once again the spangled show
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:
So strangely you dazzle my eye!
But when without art
Your kind thoughts you impart,
When your love runs in blushes through every vein;