With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. HOUSMANJune suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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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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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.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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