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. 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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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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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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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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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