E. Housman
E. Housman
heart men blue
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
fits hands men sober
But men at whiles are sober / And think by fits and starts, / And if they think, they fasten / Their hands upon their hearts.
hurt drinking men
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not.
men odds world
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
men average criticism
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
hurt beer men
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
life thinking men
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
lonely hero men
Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
change men wind
There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
heart men thinking
But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts
men glory lad
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
men inspire mind
If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe, he must contemplate the human intellect not only on its heights of genius but in its abysses of ineptitude...
wise heart men
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
book men interesting
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.