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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

A. E. Housman

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  Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

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  Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

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  Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.

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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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  Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

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  Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

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  White in the moon the long road lies.

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  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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  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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  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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  Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.

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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.

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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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  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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  Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.

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