All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
A. E. HOUSMANThe average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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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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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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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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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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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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