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.
A. E. HOUSMANHousman 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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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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 average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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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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