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.
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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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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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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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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