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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.
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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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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