Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
A. E. HOUSMANLoveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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