With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. HOUSMANThere, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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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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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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