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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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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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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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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