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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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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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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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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.
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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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But if you ever come to a road where danger Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you And whistle and I'll be there.
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