That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
A. E. HOUSMANWith 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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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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