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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.

A. E. Housman

Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Earth Heaven High Strong
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
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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Believe Darkness Earth Greatness Hope Loyal Peace Soul Today Worship Yesterday
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Break Dance Leaving Print
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Poetry Words Writing
Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Knot Lover Sever Tie Untrue
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
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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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Cup Drink Eat Meat
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Act Experience Memory Morning Poetry Skin Teaching
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Ability Himself Nature Thinking Writing
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Death Excellence Friendship Live Lover Myself Smile
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Drink Fellow Hurt

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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