Alfred Edward Housman was an English classical scholar and poet. He showed early promise as a student at the University of Oxford, but he failed his final examination in literae humaniores and took employment as a patent examiner in London in 1882. Wikipedia
Born: March 26, 1859, Bromsgrove, United Kingdom
Died: April 30, 1936 (age 77 years), Cambridge, United Kingdom
Parents: Sarah Jane Housman, Edward Housman
Siblings: Laurence Housman
Alma mater: St John's College, Oxford
Genre: Lyric poetry
Born: March 26, 1859, Bromsgrove, United Kingdom
Died: April 30, 1936 (age 77 years), Cambridge, United Kingdom
Parents: Sarah Jane Housman, Edward Housman
Siblings: Laurence Housman
Alma mater: St John's College, Oxford
Genre: Lyric poetry
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Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizlemePlease log in to like, share and comment!
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It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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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.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.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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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.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.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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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.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.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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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.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.0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 3K Views 0 önizleme
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