Here you will find the Poem Fragmentary Ending Of A Poem I of poet Thomas Parnell
To the kind powr who taught me how to sing Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd Did ancient piety approach the God. Defended long by prejudice & pride Ive fancyd love a cant its god defyd but bravely you assert yr monarchs reign wound with a look & wth a word inchain I feel th' enchanting pain wth pleasure bow & surely fair Aminta none but you Can slav'ry give yet make it lovely too
