Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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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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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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