Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. A. E. Housman man way justify Change image and share on social
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word. A. E. Housman sense asylum word Change image and share on social
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. A. E. Housman eternity dust bear Change image and share on social
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. A. E. Housman content shine plain Change image and share on social
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write. A. E. Housman endow deny content Change image and share on social
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. A. E. Housman justify milton malt Change image and share on social
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. A. E. Housman hurt ale drink Change image and share on social
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. A. E. Housman ale shoulder lad Change image and share on social
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. A. E. Housman law god man Change image and share on social
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed. A. E. Housman bleed make soil Change image and share on social
