Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
A. E. HOUSMANGive crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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They 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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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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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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