More Poems Quotes

“The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting,
Of lovers' meeting
Or luck or fame.
Mine were of trouble,
And mine were steady;
So I was ready
When trouble came.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.

I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earth's foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here I am in hell.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“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, More Poems

“All knots that lovers tie
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“Stone, steel, dominions pass,
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is, and we were young.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“To stand up straight and tread the turning mill,
To lie flat and know nothing and be still,
Are the two trades of man; and which is worse
I know not, but I know that both are ill.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“The signal-fires of warning
They blaze, but none regard;
And on through night to morning
The world runs ruinward.”
― A.E. Housman, More Poems

“How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.

To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.

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.”
― A. E. Houseman, More Poems