They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A. E. HOUSMANThe 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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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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