Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
A. E. HOUSMANTen thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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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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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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