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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.

A. E. Housman

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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Book Learning Poet Poetry Reading
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
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
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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Believe Darkness Earth Greatness Hope Loyal Peace Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
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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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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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
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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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
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday

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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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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