Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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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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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.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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