To justify God’s ways to man.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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 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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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