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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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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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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
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The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. Come all to church, good people- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb I hear you, I will come.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine.
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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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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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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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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
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Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust Bear the fruit that bear you must Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.
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