Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. HOUSMANI, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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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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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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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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.
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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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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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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