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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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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I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that is the land of lost content I can see it shining plain the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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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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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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Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.
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Clay lies still, but blood's a rover Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in troubleHis forest fleece the Wrekin heavesThe wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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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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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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