Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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