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

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old..

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free..

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

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 ….

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go..

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….

I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made..

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

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

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

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….

Oh when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes ….

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 ….

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 t….

'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'….

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it..

They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's..

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

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….

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