Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. HOUSMANNow hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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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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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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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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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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