Look mercyfully down O Lord & wash us from our sinn Cleanse us from wicked deeds without from wicked thoughts within…
Thomas Parnell was an Irish born poet and clergyman who became known as one of the so-called “Graveyard Poets”. His clerical appointments included the post of archdeacon in the diocese of Clogher in 1705, a small parish in County Tyrone, now part of Northern Ireland. He was born on the 11th September 1679 in Maryborough, Queen”s County. Nowadays the town is known as Port Laoise and sits in the Irish midlands region called County Laoise. His father, a wealthy landowner, had been a staunch supporter of the Parliamentarians during the English Civil War. This continued, even after the restoration of the monarchy when he moved back to Ireland. Thomas received a good education, entering Trinity College, Dublin at the age of fourteen. It is not known whether it was his own, or his father’s ambition, to enter the church but he was a deacon of the Episcopal Church by his 20th year. Following his appointment to archdeacon six years later he was soon married but, alas, this was a short-lived affair. His wife died only five years later. He had a keen interest in literature and, when he moved to London, he was soon enjoying the company of famous satirical writers such as Alexander Pope and Jonathan Swift. The three men were members of a literary group called the Scriblerus Club, a collection of august writers which also included Henry St John, John Gay and John Arbuthnot. The group only existed for a little over 30 years, running from 1714 to 1745. Parnell was a contributor of articles to The Spectator magazine and was a keen assistant to Pope who was working on a major translation of Homer’s ancient Greek epic poem, The Iliad. Parnell actually wrote the introduction to this translation. His “graveyard” poetry included one called A Night-Piece on Death which many literary historians have considered to be the first of its genre. Here is a three-verse extract from this sombre poem: It was never published during Parnell’s short life time though. In fact, the only poetry of Parnell’s that was published while he was alive was seen in a variety of periodicals. Pope included A Night-Piece on Death in his own collection, Poems on Several Occasions, which was published in either 1721 or 1722. Other writers described Parnell’s poetry as His work could never be described as memorable though and he may have been more or less forgotten had he not had his biography written by Samuel Johnson, included in his collection of biographies called Lives of the Poets. Even this was not published during the author’s lifetime and it was left to Pope to ensure its publication. His life was cut short on a journey from England back to Ireland in the autumn of 1718. He was returning home to take up an appointment as vicar of Finglass and, while staying in Chester, it is believed that he over indulged in his alcoholic intake and died. Having already lost his wife and children his estate in County Laoise passed to his brother John. Thomas Parnell died on the 24th October 1718 at the young age of only 39.
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A Beavy of the fair & Gay, Such as are daily Smoakt in tea, & toasted over wine, Vext to be made so long the Jeast…
Propitious Son of God to thee With all my soul I bend my knee, My wish I send my want impart, And dedicate my mind and heart,…
Strephon & I upon a bank were laid, Where the gay spring in varied colours playd, & her rich odours lavish nature shed. When thus the Youth, while this we wondring view…
Just when ye dead of night began to fail & boding visions senceless dreams expell Methought a matron stood beside my bed Upon her face a wondrous sweetness playd…
As Pope who gathers mony to translate With Gay the Shepheard Writer mett of late. Says Pope, your Ecclogues wont come out wth speed For Phillips to reprieve him Tonson feed.…
The beam-repelling mists arise, And evening spreads obscurer skies; The twilight will the night forerun, And night itself be soon begun.…
See the star that leads the day Rising shoots a golden ray, To make the shades of darkness go From heaven above and earth below;…
The sun is swiftly mounted high; It glitters in the southern sky; Its beams with force and glory beat, And fruitful earth is fill'd with heat.…
Lovely, lasting peace of mind! Sweet delight of human-kind! Heavenly-born, and bred on high, To crown the fav'rites of the sky…
Gays gon out early, how comes it to pass? Not that he has buisness, but thinks that he has
Gay Bacchus liking Estcourt's Wine, A noble Meal bespoke; And for the Guests that were to Dine, Brought Comus, Love, and Joke.…
When Spring came on with fresh Delight, To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight, While easy Breezes, softer Rain, And warmer Suns salute the Plain;…
A thoughtful Being, long and spare, Our Race of Mortals call him Care: (Were Homer living, well he knew What Name the Gods have call'd him too)…
Now early shepheards ore ye meadow pass, And print long foot-steps in the glittering grass; The Cows unfeeding near the cottage stand, By turns obedient to the Milkers hand,…
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