Poet
A. E. Housman
1887
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
Along the field as we came by
ALONG the field as we came by
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Bredon Hill
In summertime on Bredon
Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
Could Man Be Drunk Forever
Could man be drunk for ever
Diffugere Nives
Horace, Odes, iv, 7
Eight O'Clock
He stood, and heard the steeple
Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Far In a Western Brookland
Far in a western brookland
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
From Far, From Eve and Morning
From far, from eve and morning
Ho, everyone that thirsteth
Ho, everyone that thirsteth
Hughley Steeple
The vane on Hughley steeple
If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
If by chance your eye offend you,
If Truth in Hearts That Perish
If truth in hearts that perish
I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded
I hoed and trenched and weeded,
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
In my own shire, if I was sad,
Into My Heart an Air that Kills
Into my heart an air that kills
In Valleys of Springs and Rivers
"Clunton and Clunbury,
Is My Team Ploughing
"Is my team ploughing,
It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers
It nods and curtsey's and recovers
Loitering with a Vacant Eye
Loitering with a vacant eye
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Loveliest of Trees
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
March
The Sun at noon to higher air,
Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
Oh fair enough are sky and plain
Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh Stay At Home, My Lad
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
Oh, when I was in love with you
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
On Your Midnight Pallet Lying
On your midnight pallet lying,
Others, I Am Not the First
Others, I am not the first,
O Why Do You Walk (a Parody)
O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Reveille
Wake: the silver dusk returning
Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do?
Say, lad, have you things to do?
Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending?
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
Stars
Stars, I have seen them fall,
Tell me not here, it needs not saying
Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff
"Terence, this is stupid stuff!
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff
"Terence, this is stupid stuff!
The Carpenter's Son
"Here the hangman stops his cart:
The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux
The chestnut casts his flambe aux, and the flowers
The Day of Battle
"Far I hear the bugle blow
The Fairies Break Their Dances
The fairies break their dances
The Grizzly Bear
The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
The Immortal Part
When I meet the morning beam,
The Isle of Portland
The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
The Lads in Their Hundreds
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man
The laws of God, the laws of man,
The Lent Lily
'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The Merry Guide
Once in the wind of morning
The New Mistress
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
The rainy Pleiads wester
The rainy Pleiads wester,
The Recruit
Leave your home behind, lad,
There Pass the Careless People
There pass the careless people
The Stinging Nettle
The stinging nettle only
The Street Sounds to the Soldiers' Tread
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
The True Lover
The lad came to the door at night,
The Welsh Marches
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
The Winds Out of the West Land Blow
The winds out of the west land blow,
Think No More, Lad
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past
This time of year a twelvemonth past,
Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
Twice a week the winter thorough
Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder
Wake not for the world-heard thunder,
Westward on the High-Hilled Plains
Westward on the high-hilled plains
When I Came Last to Ludlow
When I came last to Ludlow
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty
When I Watch the Living Meet
When I watch the living meet
When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow
When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
When the Lad for Longing Sighs
When the lad for longing sighs,
White in the Moon the Long Road Lies
White in the moon the long road lies,
With rue my heart is laden
With rue my heart is laden
You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day
You smile upon your friend to-day,
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