And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. HOUSMANLoveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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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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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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The 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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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