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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

A. E. Housman

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
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
White in the moon the long road lies.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
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.
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Hands Hell Myself World
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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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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Death Excellence Friendship Live Lover Myself Smile
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday
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
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
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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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe

Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

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