The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
A. E. HOUSMANThe laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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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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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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