In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
A. E. HOUSMANAle, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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