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Edward Young on Anniversary

1683–1765 England

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As Love alone can exquisitely bless,
Love only feels the marvellous of pain;
Opens new veins of torture in the soul,
And wakes the nerve where agonies are born.

The Brothers (1753)

In records that defy the tooth of time.

Heaven’s Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,—a naked human heart.

Night-Thoughts (1742)

Body and soul, like peevish man and wife,
United jar, and yet are loth to part.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart,
Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

Humble love,
And not proud reason, keeps the door of heaven;
Love finds admission, where proud science fails.

That awful independent on to-morrow!
Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past;
Whose yesterdays look backward with a smile
Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they fly.

We see time's furrows on another's brow,
* * * * *
How few themselves in that just mirror see!

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

In leaves, more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history.

Time is eternity;
Pregnant with all eternity can give;
Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile.
Who murders Time, he crushes in the birth
A power ethereal, only not adorn'd.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows, in ev'ry heart.

The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Love of Fame (1725)

Nought treads so silent as the foot of Time;
Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other’s heel.

Night-Thoughts (1742)

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.

Night-Thoughts (1742)

Time wasted is existence, used is life.

We push time from us, and we wish him back;
* * * * * *
Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

He weeps! the falling drop puts out the sun; He sighs! the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes. If in His love so terrible, what then His wrath inflamed?

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Edward Young (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.