Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: criticism



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

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: faith steel stone grass dominion



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

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: love lovers sweetheart untrue



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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

Stichwörter: sun heaven winter june cold mold mould



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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

Stichwörter: love fame individual luck thoughts lovers trouble



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

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: life death youth



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Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here I am in hell.

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: hell creation earth



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To stand up straight and tread the turning mill,
To lie flat and know nothing and be still,
Are the two trades of man; and which is worse
I know not, but I know that both are ill.

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: leisure work mill



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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


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With Rue My Heart Is Laden

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

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.

A.E. Housman

Stichwörter: poetry death



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