In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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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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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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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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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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