Diffugere Nives (A E Housman Poems)
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands ...
For these of old the trader Unpearled the Indian seas,The nations of the nadir Were diamondless for these; A people ...
The shades of night were falling fastAnd the rain was falling faster,When through an Alpine village passedAn Alpine village pastor;A ...
Star and coronal and bell April underfoot renews,And the hope of man as well Flowers among the morning dews.Now the ...
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,Spectres and fears, the nightmare ...
Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too ...
On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark ...
The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of oldAre with me from the past; And chiefly ...
The mill-stream, now that noises cease,Is all that does not hold its peace;Under the bridge it murmurs by,And here are ...
The Wain upon the northern steep Descends and lifts away.Oh I will sit me down and weep For bones in ...
Farewell to a name and a number Recalled againTo darkness and silence and slumber In blood and pain. So ceases ...
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave ...
ow dreary dawns the eastern light, And fall of eve is drear,And cold the poor man lies at night, And ...
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie ...
On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark ...
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me ...
Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to ...
The star-filled seas are smooth tonight From France to England strown; Black towers above Portland light The felon-quarried stone. On ...
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie ...
The lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight ...
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