Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
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.
sweet reason instinct
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
inspirational sweet flow
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
beautiful sweet gay
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
sweet sleep tired
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.
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.