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A. E. Housman quotes about die

English Poet March 26, 1859 – April 30, 1936

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If truth in hearts that perish. Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you. Should make you not to die. Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning, If single thought could save, The world might end to-morrow, You should not see the grave. This long and sure-set liking, This boundless will to please,-Oh, you should live for ever. If there were help in these. But now, since all is idle, To this lost heart be kind, Ere to a town you journey Where friends are ill to find. A. E. Housman
Shake hands, we shall never be friends; give over: I only vex you the more I try. All's wrong that ever I've done and said, And nought to help it in this dull head: Shake hands, goodnight, goodbye. But if you come to a road where danger Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share, Be good to the lad that loves you true. And the soul that was born to die for you, And whistle and I'll be there. A. E. Housman
Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart And down will come the sky, And earth's foundations will depart And all you folk will die. A. E. Housman
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover.'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while. Before I die for ever. A. E. Housman
The King with half the East at heel is marched from lands of morning; Their fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air. And he that stands will die for nought, and home there's no returning. The Spartans on the sea-wet rock sat down and combed their hair. A. E. Housman
Her strong enchantments failing, Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck, The Queen of air and darkness Begins to shrill and cry,`O young man, O my slayer To-morrow you shall die.'O Queen of air and darkness I think 'tis truth you say, And I shall die to-morrow; But you shall die to-day. A. E. Housman
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. A. E. Housman
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. A. E. Housman
Ensanguining the sky. How heavily it dies. Into the west away. Past touch and sight and sound. Not further to be found. How hopeless underground. Lies the remorseful day. A. E. Housman

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