Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
A. E. HOUSMANStone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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