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They say my verse is sad: no wonder Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Oh when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again.
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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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Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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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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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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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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'Tis spring come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day.
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