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A Shropshire Lad – LXII by A. E. Housman
“Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can’t be much amiss, ‘tis clear,To see the rate you…
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A Shropshire Lad – LXIII by A. E. Housman
I Hoed and trenched and weeded,And took the flowers to fair:I brought them home unheeded;The hue was not the wear.…
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A Shropshire Lad – V by A. E. Housman
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowersAre lying in field and lane,With dandelions to tell the hoursThat never are told…
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A Shropshire Lad – VI by A. E. Housman
When the lad for longing sighs,Mute and dull of cheer and pale,If at death’s own door he lies,Maiden, you can…
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A Shropshire Lad – VII by A. E. Housman
When smoke stood up from Ludlow,And mist blew off from Teme,And blithe afield to ploughingAgainst the morning beamI strode beside…
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A Shropshire Lad – VIII by A. E. Housman
“Farewell to barn and stack and tree,Farewell to Severn shore.Terence, look your last at me,For I come home no more.…
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A Shropshire Lad – XI by A. E. Housman
On your midnight pallet lyingListen, and undo the door:Lads that waste the light in sighingIn the dark should sigh no…
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A Shropshire Lad – XII by A. E. Housman
When I watch the living meet,And the moving pageant fileWarm and breathing through the streetWhere I lodge a little while,…
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A Shropshire Lad – XIII by A. E. Housman
When I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away…
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A Shropshire Lad – XIV by A. E. Housman
There pass the careless peopleThat call their souls their own:Here by the road I loiter,How idle and alone. Ah, past…
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