We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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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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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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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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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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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