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The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Deceased
Walks
Spirit
Every

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Angels are men of a superior kind Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
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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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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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Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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Affliction is a good man's shining time.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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