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. HOUSMANIn every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Stars, 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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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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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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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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