A collection of quotes and thoughts by A. E. Housman on ludlow, lovers, hills, Shropshire-lad, poems, death, life, blue, happy, lost, God, poetry and perception.
36 Inspiring Quotes By A. E. Housman For The Verse-Makers
A. E. Housman was a distinguished English classical poet and scholar famous for his cycle of poems, ‘A Shropshire Lad’. His poems were epigrammatic and lyrical in form and revealed the dooms and disappointments of youth in the English countryside. Many early 20th century English composers were intrigued by the distinctive imaginary appeal, beauty and simplicity of Housman’s thoughts, words and writings. He is considered as one of the august scholars who ever lived and is considered to be the foremost classicists of his age. He was also appointed the Professor Of Latin at ‘University College London’ and then at Cambridge for his quality of work. He established himself as an eminent private scholar. Following is a compilation of thoughts, sayings, opinions and views by A. E. Housman which he expressed through his work, poems and writings on subjects close to his heart. Go through the quotes and sayings by A. E. Housman.
All knots that lovers tie
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever.
A. E. Housman
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 trouble came.
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.
To stand up straight and tread the turning mill,
To lie flat and know nothing and be still,
Are the two trades of man; and which is worse
I know not, but I know that both are ill.
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
A. E. Housman
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.
The heart from out the bosom
Was never given in vain
But bought with sighs aplenty
And sold for endless rue
And now I am two and twenty
And oh tis true, tis true
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
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.
