LXII: Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (A E Housman Poems)
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
A. E. Housman Poems (160 Poems)
IX: The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux and the Flowers (A E Housman Poems)
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
XIII: The Deserter (A E Housman Poems)
`What sound awakened me, I wonder, For now 'tis dumb.'`Wheels on the road most like, or thunder: Lie down; 'twas ...
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 ...
I:1887 (A E Housman Poems)
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
IX: On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank (A E Housman Poems)
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
XLI: In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad (A E Housman Poems)
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
XL: Tell me not here, it needs not saying (A E Housman Poems)
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress playsIn aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching ...
XLIV: Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending? (A E Housman Poems)
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill ...
XIX: To an Athlete Dying Young (A E Housman Poems)
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, ...
XXI: Bredon Hill (A E Housman Poems)
In summertime on BredonThe bells they sound so clear;Round both the shires they ring themIn steeples far and near,A happy ...
VI: Lancer (A E Housman Poems)
I 'listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave?I 'listed at home for a ...
XVII: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do (A E Housman Poems)
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
XXIII:The lads in their hundreds (A E Housman Poems)
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There's men from the barn and the forge ...
IV: Reveille (A E Housman Poems)
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands ...
XVIII: Oh Who Is That Young Sinner with the Handcuffs on his Wrists (A E Housman Poems)
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
II: When Israel out of Egypt Came (A E Housman Poems)
When Israel out of Egypt came Safe in the sea they trod;By day in cloud, by night in flame, Went ...
XVIII: The Rain it streams on Stone and Hillock (A E Housman Poems)
The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, The boot clings to the clay.Since all is done that's due and ...
XXXIV: The New Mistress (A E Housman Poems)
Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but ...
XXIX: Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder (A E Housman Poems)
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning ...
XLVIII: Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; the Arms you Bear are Brittle (A E Housman Poems)
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
XII: The Laws of God, The Laws of Man (A E Housman Poems)
The laws of God, the laws of man,He may keep that will and can;Not I: let God and man decreeLaws ...
III: For These of Old the Trader (A E Housman Poems)
For these of old the trader Unpearled the Indian seas,The nations of the nadir Were diamondless for these; A people ...
Excelsior: the Shades of Night (A E Housman Poems)
The shades of night were falling fastAnd the rain was falling faster,When through an Alpine village passedAn Alpine village pastor;A ...
XVI: Spring Morning (A E Housman Poems)
Star and coronal and bell April underfoot renews,And the hope of man as well Flowers among the morning dews.Now the ...
XV: ‘Tis Five Years Since, An End said I (A E Housman Poems)
'Tis five years since, `An end,' said I;`I'll march no further, time to die.All's lost; no worse has heaven to ...
XXXI: Wenlock Edge (A E Housman Poems)
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, ...
XLVI: Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw (A E Housman Poems)
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His ...
The Nonsense Verse (A E Housman Poems)
At the door of my own little hovel, Reading a novel I sat; And as I ...
IV: Illic Jacet (A E Housman Poems)
Oh hard is the bed they have made him, And common the blanket and cheap;But there he will lie as ...