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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.

A. E. Housman

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
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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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
A. E. HOUSMAN
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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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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Death Excellence Friendship Live Lover Myself Smile
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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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
White in the moon the long road lies.
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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
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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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
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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Grief Land Love Myself Stand Tree
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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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World

Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.

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