And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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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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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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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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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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