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.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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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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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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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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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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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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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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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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