Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
book years individuality
Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.
believe wonder knows
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
science deities evolution
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
dream names wish
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
stars night men
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
sweet reason instinct
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
life fate men
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
fall men pyramids
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
nature left
Take God from nature, nothing great is left.
time mirrors assault
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
night world majesty
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
time loss bells
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
friendship
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
believe wish belief
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.