The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
A. E. HOUSMANLuck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. HOUSMANWhen the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
A. E. HOUSMANThe house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
A. E. HOUSMANTomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
A. E. HOUSMANTen thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
A. E. HOUSMANThere, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANThey 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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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.
A. E. HOUSMANThe 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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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. HOUSMANBut 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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
A. E. HOUSMANI, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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.
A. E. HOUSMANYou 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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. HOUSMANWhen the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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