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.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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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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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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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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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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