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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
Be more than just,' said Durnor, 'for those who deserve love least do need it most.
— Clemence Housman
On that other novels followed: but I still wrote fairy tales and dreamy poems of another world.
— Laurence Housman
A saint is one who makes goodness attractive. Surely, a great teacher does the same thing for education.
— Laurence 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
For the last half of my life I have had the doubtful benefit of a brother whose literary reputation is much greater than my own.
— Laurence Housman
I believe absolutely in love being the central motive force of the universe.
— Laurence Housman
It is right and natural that generous minds while in the twenties should think the books which try to reform the world's wrong the greatest of all.
— Laurence Housman
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
— A.E. Housman
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure.
— A.E. Housman
...down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again. — A.E. Housman
Happy till I woke again. — A.E. Housman
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
— 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
A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
— A.E. Housman
If fathers were to be mothers, then there will never have a family of more than three.
— Laurence 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
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
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
So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
— Clemence 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
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
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
— 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
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive. — 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
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
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
— 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
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
— 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
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
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 hollow night amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour
Of all I ever did. — 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
I still think that if the human race, or even one nation, could only get right about its God the rest would follow.
— Laurence Housman
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
— A.E. Housman
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made. — A.E. Housman
In a world I never made. — 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
If nature had arranged that husbands and wives should have children alternatively, there would never be more than three in a family.
— Laurence 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
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
— Alfred Edward 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
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose. — A.E. Housman
The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes ...
— Clemence 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
Life is the most versatile thing under the sun; and in the pursuit of life and character the author who works in a groove works in blinkers.
— Laurence Housman
Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.
— A.E. Housman
To justify God's ways to man.
— A.E. Housman
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
— 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
My brother used to say that I wrote faster than he could read. He wrote two books - of poems - better than all mine put together.
— Laurence 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
If I live for another ten years I shall probably have written all that I want to write.
— Laurence 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
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
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
— A.E. Housman
All knots that lovers tie
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever. — A.E. Housman
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever. — A.E. Housman
White in the moon the long road lies.
— A.E. Housman
And malt does more than Milton can To justify the ways of God to man.
— Alfred Edward 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
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
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day. — A.E. Housman
Stone, steel, dominions pass,
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under. — A.E. Housman
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under. — A.E. Housman
I shall not die young, for I am already near seventy: I may die old.
— Laurence Housman
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
— A.E. Housman
When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
— 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
But young men think it is, and we were young. — 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
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land. — A.E. Housman
Good religious poetry ... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
— 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
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
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
— A.E. Housman