“Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.”
No. 19, st. 2.
Source: More Poems http://www.kalliope.org/vaerktoc.pl?vid=housman/1936 (1936)
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English classical scholar and poet 1859–1936Related quotes
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