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Who 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.

A. E. Housman

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
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
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
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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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
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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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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Arrogant Greatness Hero Himself Lonely Man Misery Poet
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Knot Lover Sever Tie Untrue
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
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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Believe Darkness Earth Greatness Hope Loyal Peace Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Free Funny Humor Ignorance Irksome Object Plan Time

Who 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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Who 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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