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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Stretches
Throne
Thrones
Majesty
Goddess
Sable
Forth
Sceptre
Night
Leaden
World
Slumbering

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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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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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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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Youth is not rich in time it may be poor Part with it as with money, sparing pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds they can tell.
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