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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write. — A.E. Housman

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. — A.E. Housman

Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I. — A.E. Housman

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.E. Housman

Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

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 MORE POEMS — Arthur C. Clarke

A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process. — A.E. Housman

...down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again. — A.E. Housman

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs. — A.E. Housman

Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. — A.E. Housman

Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure. — A.E. Housman

When the bells justle in the tower
The hollow night amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour
Of all I ever did. — A.E. Housman

The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine. — A.E. Housman

White in the moon the long road lies. — A.E. Housman

I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made. — A.E. Housman

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning. — A.E. Housman

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. — A.E. Housman

Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood. — A.E. Housman

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free. — A.E. Housman

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

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad. — 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

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me. — A.E. Housman

Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

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. — 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 have seldom written poetry unless I was rather out of health. — A.E. Housman

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. — A.E. Housman

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word. — A.E. Housman

To justify God's ways to man. — A.E. Housman

Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again. — A.E. Housman

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old. — A.E. Housman

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic. — A.E. Housman

There's this to say of love and breath
They give a man a taste for death. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure. — A.E. Housman

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in. — A.E. Housman

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.E. Housman

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. — A.E. Housman

His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. — A.E. Housman

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

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould. — A.E. Housman

Good religious poetry ... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout. — A.E. Housman

Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking
Spins the heavy world around. — A.E. Housman

All knots that lovers tie
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever. — A.E. Housman

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is, and we were young. — A.E. Housman

When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep. — A.E. Housman

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone. — A.E. Housman

Stone, steel, dominions pass,
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under. — A.E. Housman

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. — A.E. Housman

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more. — A.E. Housman

They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's. — A.E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough. — A.E. Housman