Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. HOUSMANWhen the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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