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.
A. E. HOUSMANThree minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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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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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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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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