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 ...
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress playsIn aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands ...
Star and coronal and bell April underfoot renews,And the hope of man as well Flowers among the morning dews.Now the ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
How clear, how lovely bright,How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play;How heaven laughs out with gleeWhere, like a ...
Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I,To wash and dress and eat and drinkAnd ...
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and ...
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie ...
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless ...
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
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