Alfred Housman Quotes (5 Quotes)

Ensanguining the skies, How heavily it dies, Into the west away Past touch and sight and sound, Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground, Falls the remorseful day

And like a skylit water stood, The bluebells in the azured wood

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer. Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy -- till I woke up again.

This is for all ill-treated fellows - Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not

Little is the luck I've had, And oh, 'tis comfort small - To think that many another lad - Has had no luck at all