XXXIX: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town (A E Housman Poems)
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,Declared himself unique.How men persist in doing so,Puzzles me more than Greek.The sins that tarnish whore ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at ...
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
ONE day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon ...
discontented, pulled too far our desires, off-kilter estrangement from God our lives out of balance no sense of peace stretched, ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror; Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay-But ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its ...
She that begs a little boon (Heel and toe! Heel and toe!) Little gets- and nothing, soon. (No, no, no! ...
After the red leaf and the gold have gone, Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain Bruised and ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
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