Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
dream pie long
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
men dust long
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
men long littles
Man wants little, nor that little long.
time thinking long
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
love long giving
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
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.