We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
A. E. HOUSMANYou 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.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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 knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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