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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.

A. E. Housman

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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Believe Humanity Long Luck Moment Pain Painful Struggle
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
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Free Funny Humor Ignorance Irksome Object Plan Time
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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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
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
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
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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Boundation Feel Lover Lying Night Power Satisfy Self Esteem Sleep Try

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