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Housman on keeping a stiff upper lip in matters of the heart.
The poem presents a kind of proverbial wisdom without narrating what has actually happened to the speaker. Housman leaves it to us to imagine the sad story, inducing us to agree with the wise man. The tone is more one of experiential reg...
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When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.