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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

A. E. Housman

Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
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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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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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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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
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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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Free Funny Humor Ignorance Irksome Object Plan Time
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 do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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.
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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
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
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

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