Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers (A. E. Housman Poem)
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That ...
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That ...
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 ...
Ho, everyone that thirsteth And hath the price to give, Come to the stolen waters, Drink and your soul shall ...
The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: The numberless, the lonely, The thronger of the land, The ...
When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, ...
The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
The winds out of the west land blow, My friends have breathed them there; Warm with the blood of lads ...
Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the ...
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There's men from the barn and the forge ...
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave ...
When I watch the living meet And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street Where I lodge ...
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew ...
If by chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves ...
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here ...
"Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun." In valleys of springs and rivers, By ...
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill ...
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea, And leave the soldiers at their ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
LXI The vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends ...
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, ...
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but ...
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 ...
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone ...
Leave your home behind, lad, And reach your friends your hand, And go, and luck go with you While Ludlow ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads and tongues a-talking Make ...
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