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.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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.
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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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