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ambition angels beneath blest bliss cause creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dread dust earth eternal ev'ry fair fall fate feel fire flame fool future give glory gods grave guilt hand happiness hear heart heaven hope hour human immortal kind leave less light live look Lorenzo man's mankind mean mind mortal nature nature's never night o'er once pain passion past peace pleasure poor praise present pride proud reason rich rise round says scene seen sense shines sight skies smile song soon soul speak sphere spirit stars strange strike sure tell thee theme thine things thou thought thousand thro throne triumph true truth turn virtue whole wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched Young
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Page 1 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Page xliii - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 17 - Youth is not rich in time, it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Page 7 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Page 3 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man ! How passing wonder HE, who made him such...
Page 46 - For what live ever here ? — with labouring step To tread our former footsteps ? pace the round Eternal ? to climb life's worn, heavy wheel, Which draws up nothing new ? to beat and beat The beaten track ? to bid each wretched day The former mock ? to surfeit on the same, And yawn our joys ? or thank a misery For change, though sad? to see what we have seen ? Hear, till unheard, the same old slabbered tale ? To taste the tasted, and at each return Less tasteful...
Page 128 - Eternity! A glorious and a needful refuge that, From vile imprisonment in abject views. Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill.
Page 55 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Page 238 - Mii.s fulminate in love to man ; Comets good omens are, when duly scann'd ; And, in their use, eclipses learn to shine. Man is responsible for ills receiv'd ; Those we call wretched are a chosen band, Compell'd to refuge in the right, for peace.
Page 266 - Retire ; — the world shut out ; — thy thoughts call home ^~ Imagination's airy wing repress ; Lock up thy senses ; — let no passion stir , — Wake all to reason ; — let her reign alone...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The poetical works of Edward Young, Volume 1 The poetical works of Edward Young, Edward Young |
| Author | Edward Young |
| Published | 1844 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 22 Sep 2006 |
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