This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
A. E. HOUSMANGreat 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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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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