All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
A. E. HousmanGood religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
A. E. HousmanWith rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. HousmanLife, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. Housman