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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Bloom Flower Nature Tree
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
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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Action Field Long Play Tune
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
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
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
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
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
A. E. HOUSMAN
White in the moon the long road lies.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

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