Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis 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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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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