Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
A. E. HOUSMANShoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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