A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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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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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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