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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.

A. E. Housman

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
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
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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Donate Genuine Giving Heart Idea Inspiration Life Motivation Obscure Saying True
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Cheer Doubt Ear Emotion Fear Scare Silence Sound Stop Worse
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
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.

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