Poet Thomas Parnell

Poems Comments

On A Lady With A Foul Breath

Art thou alive? It cannot be,
There's so much Rottenness in Thee,
Corruption only is in Death;
And what's more Putrid than thy Breath?
Think not you Live, because you Speak,
For Graves such hollow Sounds can make;
And Respiration can't suffice,
For Vapours do from Caverns rise:
From Thee such noisom Stenches come,
Thy Mouth betrays thy Breast a Tomb.
Thy Body is a Corpse that goes,
By Magick rais'd from its Repose:
A Pestilence that walks by Day,
But falls at Night to Worms and Clay.
But I will to my Chloris run,
Who will not let me be undone:
The Sweets her Virgin-Breath contains,
Are fitted to remove my Pains;
There will I healing Nectar sip,
And to be sav'd, approach her Lip,
Tho' if I touch the matchless Dame,
I'm sure to burn with inward Flame.
Thus when I wou'd one Danger shun,
I'm strait upon another thrown:
I seek a Cure one Sore to ease,
Yet in that Cure's a New Disease.
But Love, tho' fatal, still can bless,
And greater Dangers hide the less;
I'll go where Passion bids me fly,
And chuse my Death, since I must Dye;
As Doves pursu'd by Birds of Prey,
Venture with milder Man to stay.

Poem topics: , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add On A Lady With A Foul Breath poem to your favorites

Add Poet Thomas Parnell to your favorites

Popular Poets

Rahmat Ali (0 poems)
William Wilfred Campbell (3 poems)
Deborah Ager (8 poems)
Kabir (73 poems)
Robert Wadsworth Lowry (3 poems)
Sir Aubrey De Vere (1 poems)
Conrad Aiken (89 poems)
George Gordon Byron (0 poems)
John Barbour (4 poems)
Katherine Tynan (2 poems)

Popular Poems

Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word, by William Cowper
The Joy Of A Dog, by Edgar Albert Guest
William Blake, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Is it too late to touch you, Dear?, by Emily Dickinson
Three Years She Grew, by William Wordsworth
Worth And The Worthy, by Friedrich Schiller
Glubbdubdrib, by Kenneth Slessor
Lost Star, by Rabindranath Tagore
Boaz Asleep, by Victor Marie Hugo
To The Honourable Mrs. Percival., by Mary Barber