I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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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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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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