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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Arms
Legion
Fear
Grave
Death
Angels
Hands
Graves
Rage
Angel
Legions
Atheism
Snatch
Dying
Confine

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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
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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 it's worth, ask death-beds they can tell.
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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
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Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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