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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Upham
Hampshire
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Dedication
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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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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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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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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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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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 that blushes is not quite a brute.
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The course of Nature is the art of God
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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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