Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
A. E. HOUSMANHis folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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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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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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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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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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