A. E. Housman Quotes on War
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night.
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Here dead we lie 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.