The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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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.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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