Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
A. E. HOUSMANBut 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.
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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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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 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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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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