But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
A. E. HOUSMANNature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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