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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

Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
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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Cup Drink Eat Meat
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
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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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Action Field Long Play Tune
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
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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Act Experience Memory Morning Poetry Skin Teaching
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

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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