There, like the wind through woods in riot, A. E. Housman More Quotes by A. E. Housman More Quotes From A. E. Housman That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. A. E. Housman nostalgiashiningland All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use. A. E. Housman humansuse The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in. A. E. Housman hypocrisyhouseintegrity I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one. A. E. Housman right-words Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that is the land of lost content I can see it shining plain the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. A. E. Housman airblowcountry Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young. A. E. Housman menlifethinking With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad. A. E. Housman rueroseheart Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. A. E. Housman humorignorancefunny Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. A. E. Housman hurtbeermen 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. A. E. Housman lonelyheromen 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 grieflandgiving Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer. A. E. Housman beerhomeway A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process. A. E. Housman momentspainfullong Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions. A. E. Housman perceptionpersonal-opinionsstupid Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again. A. E. Housman thousandexcellencedone 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. A. E. Housman hurtdrinkingmen 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. A. E. Housman oddsmenworld Loveliest of trees, the cherry now A. E. Housman whitespringyears Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways. A. E. Housman tunesplaylong 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 junewinterheaven
