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Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can’t imagine ourselves living without – A. R. Ammons
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again. – A. E. Housman
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word. – A. E. Housman
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