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 aleangrybear 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 contenthappyhighway 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 decreegodlaw Change image and share on social
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. A. E. Housman aledrinklad Change image and share on social
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. A. E. Housman aledrinkfellow Change image and share on social
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. A. E. Housman godjustifymalt 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 actbristlecease 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 bleeddeedhand Change image and share on social
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man. A. E. Housman godjustifymalt 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 airamericanconceal Change image and share on social
