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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

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
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
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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Donate Genuine Giving Heart Idea Inspiration Life Motivation Obscure Saying True
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
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Afraid Face God Man Myself World
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Choose Rid Words
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
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.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet

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

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