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.
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.
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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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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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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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