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.
A. E. HOUSMANLuck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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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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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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