With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. HOUSMANThe thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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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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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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