And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. HOUSMANJune suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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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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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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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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