Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
A. E. HOUSMANThey 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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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
A. E. HOUSMANThe fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
A. E. HOUSMANThe average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. HOUSMANLife, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die, No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
A. E. HOUSMANStars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
A. E. HOUSMANSome men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A. E. HOUSMANLoveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
A. E. HOUSMANTherefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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.
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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
A. E. HOUSMANI, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
A. E. HOUSMANAle, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
A. E. HOUSMANOh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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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