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Prayer ardent opens heaven.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Ardent
Opens
Prayer
Heaven

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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.
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Man wants little, nor that little long.
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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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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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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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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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Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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