He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
A. E. HOUSMANWith 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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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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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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Do 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.
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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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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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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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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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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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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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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