They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANLife, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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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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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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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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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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