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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

A. E. Housman

I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
White in the moon the long road lies.
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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
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
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
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
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
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time

Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

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