If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe, he must contemplate the….

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat..

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of ….

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

Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout..

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep..

Good night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours. * While sky and sea and land And earth's foundations stand And heaven endures.….

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone..

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

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow ….

To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplement….

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the pri….

Mithridates, he died old. Housman's passage is based on the belief of the ancients that Mithridates the Great [c. 135-63 B.C.] had so saturated his b….

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 absol….

'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there'….

I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation ….

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

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 ….

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

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs..

White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the h….