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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Desert
Solitude
Majority
Literature
Death
Great
Life
Joins
Sympathy

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The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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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.
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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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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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