I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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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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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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