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.
A. E. HOUSMANHere 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.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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