Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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