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.
A. E. HOUSMANWhen the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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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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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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