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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.

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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
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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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
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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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Friendship Heart Maidan
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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Ability Himself Nature Thinking Writing
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet
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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World

Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.

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