Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Do 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.
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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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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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