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.
A. E. HOUSMANStone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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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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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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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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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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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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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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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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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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