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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

A. E. Housman

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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Cup Drink Eat Meat
Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Knowledge Literature Low Mad Opinion Perception Personal Stupid Thinking
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
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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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
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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Friendship Heart Maidan
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
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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Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet
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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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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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing

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