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.
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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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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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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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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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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 knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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