Category Archives: Thomas Parnell (1679 – 1718 / Ireland)

Song Ii – Thomas Parnell

When thy Beauty appears In its Graces and Airs, All bright as an Angel new dropt from the Sky; At distance I gaze, and am aw’d by my Fears, So strangely you dazzle my Eye! But when without Art, Your … Continue reading

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On Content – Thomas Parnell

Grant heav’n that I may chuse my bliss If you design me worldly Happiness Tis not Honour thats but air Glory has but fancied light Fame as oft speak’s false as right  Riches have wings & ever dwell with care … Continue reading

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The Convert’s Love – Thomas Parnell

Blessed Light of saints on high Who fill the mansions of the sky, Sure defence, whose mercy still Preserves thy subjects here from ill, O my Jesus! make me know How to pay the thanks I owe. As the fond … Continue reading

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A Riddle – Thomas Parnell

Upon a Bed of humble clay In all her Garments loose A Prostitute my Mother lay To ev’ry Comer’s use. ‘Till one Gallant in heat of love His Own Peculiar made her And to a Region far above And softer … Continue reading

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Love In Disguise – Thomas Parnell

To stifle Passion is no easy Thing, A Heart in Love is always on the Wing; The bold Betrayer flutters still, And fans the Breath prepar’d to tell: It melts the Tongue, and tunes the Throat, And moves the Lips … Continue reading

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Poem – 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; Or is it Shape and Colour fram’d, Proportion just, and woman nam’d? If Fancy only … Continue reading

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Poem – 51 Psalm

Look mercyfully down O Lord & wash us from our sinn Cleanse us from wicked deeds without from wicked thoughts within Lord I Confess my many sinns that I against thee doe Each minute they’re before my face & wound … Continue reading

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