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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.

A. E. Housman

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
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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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
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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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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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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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
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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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
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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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
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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Hands Hell Myself World
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.

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