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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by THOMAS PARNELL Poet's Biography First Line: My days have been so wondrous free Last Line: I cannot wish it less. | |||
My days have been so wondrous free, The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tree, Were but as blessed as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increased their stream? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent one sigh to them? But now my former days retire, And I'm by beauty caught; The tender chains of sweet desire Are fixed upon my thought. Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines! Ye swains that haunt the grove! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds! Ye close retreats of love! With all of nature, all of art, Assist the dear design; Oh teach a young, unpractised heart To make my Nancy mine! The very thought of change I hate, As much as of despair; Nor ever covet to be great, Unless it be for her. 'Tis true, the passion in my mind Is mixed with soft distress; Yet while the fair I love is kind, I cannot wish it less. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR WRITTEN IN IRELAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |
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