Poetry
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The chestnut casts his flambeaux by A. E. Housman
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowersStream from the hawthorn on the wind away,The doors clap to, the pane…
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The Culprit by A. E. Housman
The night my father got meHis mind was not on me;He did not plague his fancyTo muse if I should…
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The Deserter by A. E. Housman
“What sound awakened me, I wonder,For now tis dumb.”“Wheels on the road most like, or thunder:Lie down; twas not the…
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The fairies break their dances by A. E. Housman
The fairies break their dancesAnd leave the printed lawn,And up from India glancesThe silver sail of dawn. The candles burn…
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The First Of May by A. E. Housman
Most famous for his collection known as A Shropshire Lad, Cambridge-educated Latin scholar and poet, A.E. Housman believed in the…
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The half-moon westers low, my love by A. E. Housman
The half-moon westers low, my love,And the wind brings up the rain;And wide apart lie we, my love,And seas between…
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The laws of God, the laws of man by A. E. Housman
The laws of God, the laws of man,He may keep that will and can;Now I: let God and man decreeLaws…
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The night is freezing fast by A. E. Housman
An illustration for the story The night is freezing fast by the author A. E. HousmanThe night is freezing fast,To-morrow…
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The Oracles by A. E. Housman
Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountainWhen winds were in the oakenshaws and all the…
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The rain by A. E. Housman
The rain, it streams on stone and hillock,The boot clings to the clay.Since all is done thats due and rightLets…
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