The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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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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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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