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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. Housman

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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
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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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time

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.

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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.

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