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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

A. E. Housman

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday
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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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
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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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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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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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
A. E. HOUSMAN
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
A. E. HOUSMAN

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

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