Thomas Parnell

(1679 - 1718 / Ireland)

Thomas Parnell Poems

81. On Ye Plott Against King William 4/17/2010
82. On Ye Queens Death 4/17/2010
83. Once Pope Under Jevais Resolvd To Adventure 4/17/2010
84. Out Of Greek 4/17/2010
85. Phillis I Long Yr Powr Have Ownd 4/17/2010
86. Piety: Or, The Vision 4/17/2010
87. Prop: 2, L: 11 E: Quicunque &C 4/17/2010
88. Ps 67 4/17/2010
89. Ps: 113 4/17/2010
90. Ps: 116 4/17/2010
91. Satyr I. A Letter To A Friend. On Poets. 4/17/2010
92. Satyr Ii. To T:--- M.---Y. On Law. 4/17/2010
93. Satyr Iii. Virtue 4/17/2010
94. Satyr Iv. The Pretty Gentleman 4/17/2010
95. Satyr Ix. The State Of Love Imitated Fm An Elegy Of Mons:R Desportes 4/17/2010
96. Satyr V. Verse 4/17/2010
97. Satyr Vi. The Spleen 4/17/2010
98. Scriblerian Epigrams 4/17/2010
99. Since Bearing Of A Gentle Mind 4/17/2010
100. Solomon 4/17/2010
101. Song 1/3/2003
102. Song Ii 4/17/2010
103. Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free 4/17/2010
104. Song: When Thy Beauty Appears 4/17/2010
105. The Book-Worm 4/17/2010
106. The Convert's Love 4/17/2010
107. The Ecstasy 4/17/2010
108. The Flies. An Eclogue. 4/17/2010
109. The Happy Man 4/17/2010
110. The Hermit 1/3/2003
111. The Hint Fm French 4/17/2010
112. The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace 4/17/2010
113. The Horse And The Olive: Or, War And Peace 4/17/2010
114. The Judgment Of Paris 4/17/2010
115. The Soul In Sorrow 4/17/2010
116. The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne 4/17/2010
117. The Vigil Of Venus 4/17/2010
118. The Way To Happiness 4/17/2010
119. Thou Gaudy Idle World Adieu 4/17/2010
120. Three Verse Passages From A Prose Meditation 4/17/2010
Best Poem of Thomas Parnell

A Night-Piece On Death

By the blue taper's trembling light,
No more I waste the wakeful night,
Intent with endless view to pore
The schoolmen and the sages o'er:
Their books from wisdom widely stray,
Or point at best the longest way.
I'll seek a readier path, and go
Where wisdom's surely taught below.

How deep yon azure dyes the sky!
Where orbs of gold unnumber'd lie,
While through their ranks in silver pride
The nether crescent seems to glide!
The slumb'ring breeze forgets to breathe,
The lake is smooth and clear beneath,
Where once again the spangled show
Descends ...

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A Hymn To Contentment

Lovely, lasting peace of mind!
Sweet delight of human-kind!
Heavenly-born, and bred on high,
To crown the fav'rites of the sky
With more of happiness below,
Than victors in a triumph know!
Whither, O whither art thou fled,
To lay thy meek, contented head;
What happy region dost thou please

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