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A much easier Housman poem to memorise: The hollow night amid, Then on my tongue the taste is sour Of all I ever did. I know an older gentlemen who can recite over forty Irish poems owing to being forced to memorise them back in school. The result is sweet, but the process sounds like torture.When the bells justle in the tower
When Helen Lived - W. B. Yeats That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won From bitterest hours; Yet we, had we walked within Those topless towers Where Helen walked with her boy, Had given but as the rest Of the men and women of Troy, A word and a jest.We have cried in our despair