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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Explained
Prose
Logic
Mystery
Poetry
Beyond
Literature
Something
Admired

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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 friend received with thumps upon the back.
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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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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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