E. Housman
E. Housman
lads lays thinking
Think no more; 'tis only thinking / Lays lads underground.
life thinking men
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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
sarcastic writing thinking
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
art thinking poetry
Poems very seldom consist of poetry and nothing else; and pleasure can be derived also from their other ingredients. I am convinced that most readers, when they think they are admiring poetry, are deceived by inability to analyse their sensations, and that they are really admiring, not the poetry of the passage before them, but something else in it, which they like better than poetry.
thinking peculiar vibrations
I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer - is the peculiar function of poetry.
thinking brain pudding
To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplements and cannot be substitutes. Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders and brains, not pudding, in your head.
gone london sights year
In my fourteenth year I had gone up to London for the first time, to see as many of the sights as could be got into a fortnight.
bright carry die glory lads
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, / The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
god neck
A neck God made for other use / Than strangling in a string.
falls further hopeless past sight touch west
Ensanguining the skies, How heavily it dies, Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound, Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground, Falls the remorseful day
golden heart maiden
With rue my heart is laden / For golden friends I had, / For many a rose-lipt maiden / And many a lightfoot lad.
lay notion range time within
At that time I had no notion that I should ever come to live in Somerset - to live actually within the range of what then lay before me.
clock collected strength tower
And then the clock collected in the tower / Its strength and struck.