And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. HOUSMANThey 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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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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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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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You 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.
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