LXII: Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (A E Housman Poems)
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill ...
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
The laws of God, the laws of man,He may keep that will and can;Not I: let God and man decreeLaws ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
When I would muse in boyhood The wild green woods among,And nurse resolves and fancies Because the world was young,It ...
Ho, everyone that thirstethAnd hath the price to give,Come to the stolen waters,Drink and your soul shall live.Come to the ...
The world goes none the lamer For ought that I can see,Because this cursed trouble Has struck my days and ...
When Adam walked in Eden young, Happy, 'tis writ, was he,While high the fruit of knowledge hung Unbitten on the ...
Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over; I only vex you the more I try.All's wrong that ever ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
Ho, everyone that thirsteth And hath the price to give, Come to the stolen waters, Drink and your soul shall ...
If by chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves ...
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill ...
When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning ...
The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and ...
"Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?" ...
Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
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