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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

A. E. Housman

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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Act Experience Memory Morning Poetry Skin Teaching
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
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
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
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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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
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
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
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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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
White in the moon the long road lies.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

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