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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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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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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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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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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose but young men think it is, and we were young.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide: Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.
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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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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. The British regulars who made the retreat from Mons, beginning August 24, 1914.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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