They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANYou smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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