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

A. E. Housman

When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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Grief Land Love Myself Stand Tree
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
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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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Ability Himself Nature Thinking Writing
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
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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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World

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