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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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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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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Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.
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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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Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
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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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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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