 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes
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O give it leave to speak; 'twill speak ere long,
Thy leave unask'd: Lorenzo, hear it now,
While useful its advice, its accent mild.
By the great edict, the divine decree,
Truth is deposited with man's last hour;
An honest hour, and faithful to her trust.
Truth, eldest daughter of the Deity!
Truth, of his council when he made the worlds;
Nor less, when he shall judge the worlds he made!
Though silent long, and sleeping ne'er so sound,
Smother'd with errors, and oppress'd with toys,
That heaven-commission'd hour no sooner calls
But from her cavern in the soul's abyss,
Like him they fable under Ætna whelm'd,
The goddess bursts in thunder and in flame,
Loudly convinces, and severely pains.
Dark demons I discharge, and hydra-stings:
The keen vibration of bright Truth—is hell:
Just definition! though by schools untaught.
Ye deaf to Truth, peruse this parson'd page,
And trust, for once, a prophet and a priest:
“Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.”
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes
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