Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
A. E. HOUSMANPoetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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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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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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