XIV: There Pass the Careless People (A E Housman Poems)
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense?Here is a knife like other knives, That ...
When the bells justle in the tower The hollow night amid,Then on my tongue the taste is sour Of all ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me ...
The lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight ...
Look not in my eyes, for fear Thy mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face ...
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