Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
A. E. HOUSMANThe average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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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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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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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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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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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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