Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well, Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days; Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Thomas Parnell, The Hermit.
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,But still be a woman to you.Thomas Parnell
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.Thomas Parnell
A fresh green the smelling leaves displayAnd glittering as they tremble, cheer the dayThomas Parnell
We call it only pretty Fanny’s way.Thomas Parnell
Let those love now who never loved before;Let those who always loved, now love the more.Thomas Parnell
Death's but a path that must be trod, if man would ever pass to God.Thomas Parnell
Let time that makes you homely, make you sage.Thomas Parnell
A sudden splendour seemed to kindle the dayA breeze came breathing in;a sweet perfumeBlown from eternal gardens,filled the roomThomas Parnell