Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
A. E. HOUSMANLovers 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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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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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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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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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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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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They 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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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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