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.

A. E. Housman

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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

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nostalgia shining land

All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.

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humans use

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

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hypocrisy house integrity

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

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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.

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air blow country

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

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men life thinking

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

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rue rose heart

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

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humor ignorance funny

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

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hurt beer 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.

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lonely hero men

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.

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grief land giving

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.

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beer home way

A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.

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moments painful long

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.

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perception personal-opinions stupid

Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.

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thousand excellence done

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.

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hurt drinking men

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.

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odds men world

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

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white spring years

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.

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tunes play long

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.

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june winter heaven