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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
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Poet
Upham
Hampshire
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Poetry
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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.
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They most the world enjoy who least admire.
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