Poet

A. E. Housman

84 poems in the collection

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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