And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
A. E. HOUSMANAll knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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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 laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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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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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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