There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HOUSMANHere 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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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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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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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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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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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 average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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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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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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