June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
A. E. HOUSMANDo 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.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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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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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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