Quote

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

Edward Young

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

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

More quotes by Edward Young

Image
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
Edward Young
Image
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
Edward Young
Image
Man wants little, nor that little long.
Edward Young
Image
Nature delights in progress in advance.
Edward Young
Image
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Edward Young
Image
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
Edward Young
Image
It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
Edward Young
Image
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Edward Young
Image
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Edward Young
Image
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
Edward Young
Image
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
Edward Young
Image
We push time from us, and we wish him back * * * * * * Life we think long and short death seek and shun.
Edward Young
Image
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
Edward Young
Image
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Edward Young
Image
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Edward Young
Image
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Edward Young
Image
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Edward Young
Image
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
Edward Young
Image
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
Edward Young
Image
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Edward Young