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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

A. E. Housman

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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Book Learning Poet Poetry Reading
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
White in the moon the long road lies.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print

Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

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