All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
A. E. HOUSMANThe 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.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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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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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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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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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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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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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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