Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
pain soul comfort
Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
men wife soul
Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.
thinking soul solitude
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
men sky soul
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
running reflection soul
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
song lying dust
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.
men conscience
The soft whispers of the God in man.
wise lying skills
A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
men caught cruelty
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
echoes whispering world
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
sweet quality body
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
hours eternity poor
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
race doe glory
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
hope two miracle
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.