What God abandoned, these defended.
A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)
Source: Last Poems, 1922, 37, st. 2
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: Last Poems, 1922, 9, st. 7
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no.19, (To an Athlete Dying Young) st. 4
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
Source: Last Poems, 1922, I5 (Eight O'Clock), st. 1
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.
Source: Last Poems, 1922, 12
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
Source: More Poems, 1936, foreword
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 2, st. I
Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung Life to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young.
By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 54, st. 2
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.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 62 , st. 2
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