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.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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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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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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