Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A. E. HOUSMANLook 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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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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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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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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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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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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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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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