Biography of Thomas Parnell
Thomas Parnell is more remembered for the fact that Johnson wrote his biography than for his poetry, which was published by Pope after his death.
Parnell was born in Dublin in 1679 to a man of commonwealth, also by the name of Thomas Parnell. At the age of fourteen, he entered Trinity College of Dublin, and at the age of twenty became deacon in the Episcopal church. Being promoted to archdeacon, in 1706 he married the daughter of Thomas Minchin of Tipperary. Five years later, she died. Around this time, he became more deeply attached to the Scribblerus circle. He wrote the introduction to Pope's Iliad. In 1718, just two years after being presented the vicarage of Finglass, he died on the way to Ireland (presumably of heavy drink).
The only poems published during his lifetime were in periodicals. After his death, his friends published some of his best poems and wrote his elgy. His biography is in the famous Samuel Johnson's Lives of the Poets.
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Thomas Parnell Poems
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:
Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
On The Number Three
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place, But seems to reign in every Face; 'Tis nothing sure, but Fancy then, In various Forms bewitching Men;
Satyr V. Verse
Thou soft Engager of my tender years Divertive verse now come & ease my cares The Rake has wine the aged knave ye view
Look mercyfully down O Lord & wash us from our sinn Cleanse us from wicked deeds without from wicked thoughts within
Love In Disguise
To stifle Passion is no easy Thing, A Heart in Love is always on the Wing; The bold Betrayer flutters still,
The Vigil Of Venus
Let those love now, who never lov'd before, Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.
Satyr Ix. The State Of Love Imitated Fm...
In the st season of the infant earth When all from Chaos took their orderd birth When mankind from the hand of heaven came
When thy beauty appears In its graces and airs All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky, At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:
A Beavy Of The Fair & Gay
A Beavy of the fair & Gay, Such as are daily Smoakt in tea, & toasted over wine, Vext to be made so long the Jeast
Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. B...
When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds, Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds, Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast,
Come hither, Boy, we'll hunt to Day The Book-Worm, ravening Beast of Prey, Produc'd by Parent Earth, at odds (As Fame reports it) with the Gods.
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
Happy the man whose firm resolves obtain Assisting Grace to burst his sinfull chain For him the Days with golden minutes glow
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