They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANLoveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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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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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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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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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