Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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.
More A. E. Housman Quotes
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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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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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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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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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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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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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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