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A. E. Housman - Now hollow fires burn out to black, 
 And lights are guttering low: 
 Square your shoulders, lift your pack, 
 And leave your friends and go. 
  
 Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, 
 Look not to left nor right: 
 In all the endless road you tread 
 There's nothing but the night.
  • A. E. Housman
    A. E. Housman
    British poet 1859-1936
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    Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
    Source: A Shropshire Lad (1896)
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night. by: A. E. Housman
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
- A. E. Housman
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