Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
A. E. HOUSMANI could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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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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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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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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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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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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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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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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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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