Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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