Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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.
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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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