And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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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 rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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