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.
A. E. HOUSMANNature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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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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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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