Literature
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A Shropshire Lad – XLIV by A. E. Housman
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?Oh that was right, lad, that was brave:Yours was not an ill for mending,‘Twas…
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A Shropshire Lad – XLIX by A. E. Housman
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:Why should men make haste to die?Empty heads and tongues a-talkingMake the rough road…
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A Shropshire Lad – XLV by A. E. Housman
If it chance your eye offend you,Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:‘Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend…
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A Shropshire Lad – XLVI by A. E. Housman
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,No cypress, sombre on the snow;Snap not from the bitter yewHis leaves that live…
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A Shropshire Lad – XLVIII by A. E. Housman
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and…
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A Shropshire Lad – XLVII – The Carpenters Son by A. E. Housman
The Carpenters Son was published in Housman’s collection of 63 poems in A Shropshire Lad (1896). Housman self-published the book…
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A Shropshire Lad – X – MARCH by A. E. Housman
MARCH was published in Housman’s collection of 63 poems in A Shropshire Lad (1896). Housman self-published the book after being…
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A Shropshire Lad – XVI by A. E. Housman
It nods and curtseys and recoversWhen the wind blows above,The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love.…
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A Shropshire Lad – XVII by A. E. Housman
Twice a week the winter thoroughHere stood I to keep the goal:Football then was fighting sorrowFor the young man’s soul.…
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A Shropshire Lad – XVIII by A. E. Housman
Oh, when I was in love with you,Then I was clean and brave,And miles around the wonder grewHow well did…
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