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  • “The heart from out the bosom
    Was never given in vain
    But bought with sighs aplenty
    And sold for endless rue
    And now I am two and twenty
    And oh tis true, tis true”
    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, A Shropshire Lad
  • “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
  • “The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book."

    (Introductory lecture as professor of Latin at University College, London, 3 October 1892)”
    A.E. Housman, Selected Prose
  • “All knots that lovers tie
    Are tied to sever.
    Here shall your sweetheart lie,
    Untrue for ever.”
    A.E. Housman, More Poems
  • “Could man be drunk for ever
    With liquor, love, or fights,
    Lief should I rouse at morning
    And lief lie down of nights.

    But men at whiles are sober
    And think by fits and starts,
    And if they think, they fasten
    Their hands upon their hearts.”
    A.E. Housman, The Collected Poems
  • “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, More Poems
  • “Therefore, since the world has still
    Much good, but much less good than ill,
    And while the sun and moon endure
    Lucks a chance, but troubles sure,
    Id face it as a wise man would,
    And train for ill and not for good.”
    A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
  • “Who made the world I cannot tell;
    Tis made, and here I am in hell.”
    A.E. Housman, More Poems
  • “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
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