They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
A. E. HOUSMANOh 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.
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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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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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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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