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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

A. E. Housman

Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Friendship Heart Maidan
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
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
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.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Here 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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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
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

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

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