June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
A. E. HOUSMAN
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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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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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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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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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.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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