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. HOUSMANThat 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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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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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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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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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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