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. HOUSMANIn every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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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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