The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
A. E. HOUSMANWhen the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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