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A. E. Housman quotes

English Poet March 26, 1859 – April 30, 1936

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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack. And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught's to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread. There's nothing but the night A. E. Housman
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. A. E. Housman
A. E. Housman quote: "That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the..."
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. A. E. Housman
They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans. Rue for eternity, and sorrow. Not mine, but man's. 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
When I watch the living meet, And the moving pageant file. Warm and breathing through the street. Where I lodge a little while, If the heats of hate and lust. In the house of flesh are strong, Let me mind the house of dust. Where my sojourn shall be long. In the nation that is not. Nothing stands that stood before; There revenges are forgot, And the hater hates no more; Lovers lying two and two. Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through. Never turns him to the bride. A. E. Housman
When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail. Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone, The hung head, the sunken eye, You can have them for your own. Buy them, buy them: eve and morn. Lovers' ills are all to sell. Then you can lie down forlorn; But the lover will be well. A. E. Housman
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. 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
A. E. Housman quote: "Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has..."
Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write. 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
And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. A. E. Housman
I to my perils. Of cheat and charmer. Came clad in armour. By stars benign. Hope lies to mortals. And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine. The thoughts of others. Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting. Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready. When trouble came. 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
Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions. A. E. Housman
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber. Sunlit pallets never thrive; Morns abed and daylight slumber. Were not meant for man alive. A. E. Housman

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