Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
A. E. HOUSMANEven when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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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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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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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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