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 make world deed Change image and share on social
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. A. E. Housman stray line poetry Change image and share on social
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. A. E. Housman choose man life Change image and share on social
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. A. E. Housman ale stuff drink 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 decree Change image and share on social
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. A. E. Housman sky lad shoulder Change image and share on social
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. A. E. Housman malt god milton Change image and share on social
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning. A. E. Housman diabolical cunning incorrigible 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 write nature ability Change image and share on social
Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions. A. E. Housman discrimination rawness blunt Change image and share on social