Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
death fear angel
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
art fear war
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
life fear-of-death fears-of-life
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
man nor wants
Man wants but little; nor that little, long
love tides pity
Pity swells the tide of love.
love blow shining
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
alone fall last monuments shall virtue
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall
heart sting within
To ""leave a sting within a brother's heart
catch cold gets sit winter worth
Get up in the morning, catch the bus- you have to sit out there and wait. Then in the winter time, it gets cold and sit out there. It's not worth it in the end.
began believe chance courage develop fast fill gave glow happiness kinds limited looked mind placed rid tangled treating tried truths tune warm zeal
I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either. But when I placed myself in tune with what I believe to be the fundamental truths of life, when I began to develop my limited ability, to rid my mind of all kinds of tangled thoughts, and fill it with zeal and courage and love, when I gave myself a chance by treating myself decently and sensibly, I began to feel the stimulating, warm glow of happiness.
english-poet less seems thou
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
english-poet idlers
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
beneath
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
breakfast nor project stratagem tea
For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem