Now man awakes, and from his silent bed, Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head; Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years, And on the borders of new worlds appears.…
Born in 1683 in Upham near Winchester, Edward Young is perhaps one of the lesser recognized English poets of the time. He is now mostly known for a single work, Night Thoughts, though he was a prolific writer who produced a number of popular poems. He was raised in a moderately wealthy family with his father rising to the clerical heights of the Dean of Salisbury. Young was well educated and went to Oxford where he matriculated to New College at the age of just 19. Imbued by the religious work of his father and his upbringing, he was admitted to All Souls to study canonical law for the Roman Catholic Church from which he graduated in 1919. Whilst he wrote from an early age, Young only published his first works in 1713 when he was in his thirties. Much of his early work was designed to praise a range of royal personages such as Queen Anne or eulogize luminaries of the time including Joseph Addison. When he later collected his own works together, he would exclude most of these overly pious and sycophantic early works for the more sober and accomplished ones that were to follow. About this time, Young became friends with the Duke of Wharton who promised to support him with an annuity, something which he later failed to do. After Young had refused other offers of money from supporters, he found himself having to plead his case in front of Lord Hardwicke to get the payment out of the Duke. Young wrote a number of satires under the title The Universal Passion that was published in 1728 and was lauded by writers such as Samuel Johnson. While he was given a pension of £200 from Walpole and earned, it is said, some £3,000 from his Universal Passion satires, Young was always trying to find people to give more patronage for the poetical works and plays that he created, though he was living in a time when this kind of support for artists was beginning to subside quite dramatically. Young’s major work is called Night Thoughts, a long and often disjointed work that is notable because it has a number of passages that, when isolated, are considered some the best poetry from the period. The poem was an enormous success for Young, earning him praise and money in equal measure and it was translated into several different languages and made him famous abroad. In his late forties Young took Holy Orders and became a royal chaplain, himself marrying Lady Elizabeth Lee. It was a short lived marriage as she died a few years later and he made reference to her in his seminal masterpiece Night Thoughts. Into his dotage, Young wrote a number of other works including The Centaur Not Fabulous and the long poem Resignation which was composed a few short years before his death. Young finally died at the age of 83 in 1765. The poet was a great influence on writers of the time including Goethe. Towards the end of the century the great poet and artist William Blake would reproduce and illustrate his famous work Night Thoughts.
Edward Young şiirleri
The book unfolding, the resplendent seat Of saints and angels, the tremendous fate Of guilty souls, the gloomy realms of woe, And all the horrors of the world below,…
Man's rich with little, were his judgment true; Nature is frugal, and her wants are few; Those few wants answer'd, bring sincere delights; But fools create themselves new appetites…
What do we see! Cato then become A greater name in Britain than in Rome? Does mankind now admire his virtues more, Though Lucan, Horace, Virgil, wrote before?…
Great God! Greater than greatest! better than the best! Kinder than kindest! with soft pity's eye Look down -…
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, - He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles: the wretched he forsakes, And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.
Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend. The conscious moon through every distant age Has held a lamp to Wisdom, and let fall On Contemplation's eye her purging ray.…
By Nature's law, what may be, may be now; There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn?…
Sooner or later, in some future date, (A dreadful secret in the book of Fate) This hour, for aught all human wisdom knows, Or when ten thousand harvests more have rose;…
Blow high, blow low, O wind from the West; You come from the country I love the best.…
Long, Dodington, in debt, I long have sought To ease the burden of my graceful thought: And now a poet's gratitude you see: Grant him two favours, and he'll ask for three:…