The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
A. E. HOUSMAN
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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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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.
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