Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
A. E. HOUSMANI could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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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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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.
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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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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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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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