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

A. E. Housman

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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Hands Hell Myself World
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Cheer Doubt Ear Emotion Fear Scare Silence Sound Stop Worse
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
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
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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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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Friendship Heart Maidan

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