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.
A. E. HOUSMANDo not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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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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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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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