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Title: The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2
Author: Edward Young
Release Date: July 2006 [Ebook #18827]
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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 feræ! 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