Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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