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Title: The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2
Author: Edward Young
Release Date: July 2006 [Ebook #18827]
Language: English
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***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDWARD YOUNG, VOLUME 2***
The Poetical Works of Edward Young?Volume II.
Boston?Little, Brown and Company
Cambridge?Allen and Farnham, Printers.
1859
CONTENTS
The Last Day. In Three Books
Book I.?Book II.?Book III.?The Force of Religion; or, Vanquished Love.
Book I.?Book II.?Love of Fame, the Universal Passion. In Seven Characteristical Satires.
Preface.?Satire I.?Satire II?Satire III.?Satire IV.?Satire V. On Women?Satire VI. On Women?Satire VII.?Ocean: an Ode, occasioned by his Majesty's royal Encouragement of the Sea Service. To which is prefixed an Ode to the King; and A Discourse on Ode A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job.?On Michael Angelo's Famous Piece of the Crucifixion;?To Mr. Addison, on the Tragedy of Cato?Historical Epilogue to the Brothers. A Tragedy?Epitaph on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk, in Westminster Abbey, 1740 Epitaph at Welwyn, Hertfordshire.?A Letter to Mr. Tickell, occasioned by the Death of the Right Hon. Joseph Addison?Reflections on the Public Situation of the Kingdom?Resignation. In Two Parts.
Part I.?Part II.?On the Late Queen's Death, And His Majesty's Accession to the Throne The Instalment.?And Epistle to the Right Hon. George Lord Lansdowne.?Two Epistles to Mr. Pope
Epistle I.?Epistle II.?An Epistle to the Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole.?The Old Man's Relapse.?Verses sent by Lord Melcombe to Dr. Young
THE LAST DAY.
In Three Books.
Venit summa dies.--VIRG.
Book I.
Ipse pater, media nimborum in nocte, corusca?Fulmina molitur dextra. Quo maxima motu?Terra tremit: fugêre fer?! et mortalia corda?Per gentes humilis stravit pavor.
VIRG.
While others sing the fortune of the great;?Empire and arms, and all the pomp of state;?With Britain's hero(1) set their souls on fire,?And grow immortal as his deeds inspire;?I draw a deeper scene: a scene that yields?A louder trumpet, and more dreadful fields;?The world alarm'd, both earth and heaven o'erthrown,?And gasping nature's last tremendous groan;?Death's ancient sceptre broke, the teeming tomb,?The righteous Judge, and man's eternal doom.?'Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design,?And ask my anxious heart, if it be mine.?Whatever great or dreadful has been done?Within the sight of conscious stars or sun,?Is far beneath my daring: I look down?On all the splendours of the British crown.?This globe is for my verse a narrow bound;?Attend me, all the glorious worlds around!?O! all ye angels, howsoe'er disjoin'd,?Of every various order, place, and kind,?Hear, and assist, a feeble mortal's lays;?'Tis your Eternal King I strive to praise.?But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of all!?Before whose throne archangels prostrate fall;?If at thy nod, from discord, and from night,?Sprang beauty, and yon sparkling worlds of light,?Exalt e'en me; all inward tumults quell;?The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel;?To my great subject thou my breast inspire,?And raise my lab'ring soul with equal fire.?Man, bear thy brow aloft, view every grace?In God's great offspring, beauteous nature's face:?See spring's gay bloom; see golden autumn's store;?See how earth smiles, and hear old ocean roar.?Leviathans but heave their cumbrous mail,?It makes a tide, and wind-bound navies sail.?Here, forests rise, the mountains awful pride;?Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide;?There, valleys fraught with gold's resplendent seeds,?Hold kings, and kingdoms' fortunes, in their beds:?There, to the skies, aspiring hills ascend,?And into distant lands their shades extend.?View cities, armies, fleets; of fleets the pride,?See Europe's law, in Albion's channel ride.?View the whole earth's vast landscape unconfin'd,?Or view in Britain all her glories join'd.?Then let the firmament thy wonder raise;?'Twill raise thy wonder, but transcend thy praise.?How far from east to west? the lab'ring eye?Can scarce the distant azure bounds descry:?Wide theatre! where tempests play at large,?And God's right hand can all its wrath discharge.?Mark how those radiant lamps inflame the pole,?Call forth the seasons, and the year control:?They shine thro' time, with an unalter'd ray:?See this grand period rise, and that decay:?So vast, this world's a grain; yet myriads grace,?With golden pomp, the throng'd ethereal space;?So bright, with such a wealth of glory stor'd,?'Twere sin in heathens not to have ador'd.?How great, how firm, how sacred, all appears!?How worthy an immortal round of years!?Yet all must drop, as autumn's sickliest grain,?And earth and firmament be sought in vain:?The tract forgot where constellations shone,?Or where the Stuarts fill'd an awful throne:?Time shall be slain, all nature be destroy'd,?Nor leave an atom in the mighty void.?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;?When scenes