Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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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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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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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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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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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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die, No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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