Parnell

Cited as Parnell. — 9 quotations

Boy, blow the pipe until the bubble rise, Then cast it off to float upon the skies.

Bright as an angel new-dropped from the sky.

A soft efflation of celestial fire.

Her brows encircled with his serpent rod.

The fervid wishes, holy fires.

Power finds its balance, giddy motions cease In both the scales, and each inclines to peace.

The liveried servants wait.

Remote from men, with God he passed his days.

And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.