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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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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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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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.
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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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The 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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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