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.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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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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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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