And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
A. E. HOUSMANAle, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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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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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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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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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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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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