White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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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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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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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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 mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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