Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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 rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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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.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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