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.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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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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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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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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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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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