Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
A. E. HOUSMANThey 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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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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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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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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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