They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANA moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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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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Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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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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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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