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.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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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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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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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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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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