I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
A. E. HOUSMANThe fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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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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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