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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.

A. E. Housman

All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
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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Believe Humanity Long Luck Moment Pain Painful Struggle
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
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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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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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share 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
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree

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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