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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.

A. E. Housman

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
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.
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Cup Drink Eat Meat
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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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
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
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
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Cheer Doubt Ear Emotion Fear Scare Silence Sound Stop Worse
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
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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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree

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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