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.
A. E. HOUSMANStars, 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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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