Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
A. E. HOUSMANThe average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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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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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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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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