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.
A. E. HOUSMANI do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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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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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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 malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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