Thomas Parnell (Томас Парнелл)

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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
Hast to be happy while you can
Time flys and pleasures flow
Nor ere will have the Chance again
To be so long as now
Give me a kiss now give me more
And now another bliss
For Love has such a world in store
We need not dy on this
Twas thus Amintor Celia wood
the Fair expecting lay
He took the hint his point pursud
And blessd the lucky day.

1. For Philip Ridgate Esq.
2. When Ore My Temples Balmy Vapours Rise
3. A Night-Piece on Death
4. In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
5. Thou Gaudy Idle World Adieu

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1707

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