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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
A. E. Housman
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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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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 silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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