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.
A. E. HOUSMANAll knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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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.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Now 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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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