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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
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.A.E. Housman
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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
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To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before.A.E. Housman
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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
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.A.E. Housman
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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
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Who made the world I cannot tell;' Tis made, and here I am in hell.A.E. Housman