E. Housman
E. Housman
home beer half
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.
funny sarcastic air
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
beer dust sky
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
over-you littles lovers
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
steel stones dominion
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
lying ties lovers
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
drinking beer two
On occasions, after drinking a pint of beer at luncheon, there would be a flow into my mind with sudden and unaccountable emotion, sometimes a line or two of verse, sometimes a whole stanza, accompanied, not preceded by a vague notion of the poem which they were destined to form a part of.... I say bubble up because, so far as I could make out, the source of the suggestions thus proffered to the brain was the pit of the stomach.
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.
brute certainty cursed hopeful plans sat tempest whatever
We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world.
lie midnight rainy stroke
The rainy Pleiads wester, / Orion plunges prone, / The stroke of midnight ceases, / And I lie down alone.
decree god man
The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
milton
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
ceases line poetry
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.