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.
A. E. HOUSMANGreat literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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