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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

A. E. Housman

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
A. E. HOUSMAN
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
A. E. HOUSMAN
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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Death Excellence Friendship Live Lover Myself Smile
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
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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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
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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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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Friendship Heart Maidan
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World

Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

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