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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

Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
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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Action Field Long Play Tune
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
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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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
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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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print

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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