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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
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Wounds
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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
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Praise, more divine than prayer prayer points our ready path to heaven praise is already there.
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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.
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