And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. HOUSMANHousman 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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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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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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