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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.

A. E. Housman

Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
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 do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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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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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Knowledge Literature Low Mad Opinion Perception Personal Stupid Thinking
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
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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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
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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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul

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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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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