Thomas Parnell

(1679 - 1718 / Ireland)

Thomas Parnell Poems

41. Ps 67 4/17/2010
42. Ps: 113 4/17/2010
43. Ps: 116 4/17/2010
44. Satyr I. A Letter To A Friend. On Poets. 4/17/2010
45. Satyr Iii. Virtue 4/17/2010
46. Satyr Iv. The Pretty Gentleman 4/17/2010
47. Out Of Greek 4/17/2010
48. Scriblerian Epigrams 4/17/2010
49. Since Bearing Of A Gentle Mind 4/17/2010
50. Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free 4/17/2010
51. Song: When Thy Beauty Appears 4/17/2010
52. The Convert's Love 4/17/2010
53. The Ecstasy 4/17/2010
54. The Flies. An Eclogue. 4/17/2010
55. The Happy Man 4/17/2010
56. The Hint Fm French 4/17/2010
57. The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace 4/17/2010
58. The Horse And The Olive: Or, War And Peace 4/17/2010
59. Thou Gaudy Idle World Adieu 4/17/2010
60. Three Verse Passages From A Prose Meditation 4/17/2010
61. To ------ 4/17/2010
62. To A Young Lady, On Her Translation Of The Story Of Phoebus And Daphne, From Ovid 4/17/2010
63. To Mistress ------ 4/17/2010
64. To Mr Brown On His Book Against T--- 4/17/2010
65. To Mr. Pope 4/17/2010
66. Untitled Fragment 4/17/2010
67. When Ore My Temples Balmy Vapours Rise 4/17/2010
68. Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell 4/17/2010
69. Young Philomela's Powrfull Dart 4/17/2010
70. The Soul In Sorrow 4/17/2010
71. Satyr Vi. The Spleen 4/17/2010
72. Song Ii 4/17/2010
73. Phillis I Long Yr Powr Have Ownd 4/17/2010
74. Piety: Or, The Vision 4/17/2010
75. Satyr Ii. To T:--- M.---Y. On Law. 4/17/2010
76. Once Pope Under Jevais Resolvd To Adventure 4/17/2010
77. On Happiness In This Life 4/17/2010
78. On The Trust 4/17/2010
79. On Divine Love By Meditating On The Wounds Of Christ 4/17/2010
80. On ------ Embroydring 4/17/2010

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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 For Evening

The beam-repelling mists arise,
And evening spreads obscurer skies;
The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itself be soon begun.
Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
And pray the Lord of glory now
To fill thy breast, or deadly sin
May cause a blinder night within.
And whether pleasing vapours rise

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