Quote#Poetry
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries…
Quote byEdward Young · 1683–1765
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Conjectures on Original Composition (1759), London 1759, p. 28 books.google.
English (original)
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired; which render mere Prose-men Infidels to their Divinity.
— Edward Young
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Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up—and we are gone.
Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.
In records that defy the tooth of time.
Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.