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.
A. E. HOUSMANThey 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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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