A.E. Housman Quotes
Top 64 wise famous quotes and sayings by A.E. Housman
A.E. Housman Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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.
A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
When the bells justle in the tower
The hollow night amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour
Of all I ever did.
The hollow night amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour
Of all I ever did.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
Look not in my eyes, for fear
They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's aware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.
Breath's aware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.
Give me a land of boughs in leaf
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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.
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.
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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.
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
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.
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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.
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
Good religious poetry ... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.