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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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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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Believe Darkness Earth Greatness Hope Loyal Peace Soul Today Worship Yesterday
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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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
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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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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Act Experience Memory Morning Poetry Skin Teaching
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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Cup Drink Eat Meat
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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Friendship Heart Maidan
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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