The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
A. E. HOUSMANWho 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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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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