A. E. Housman
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A Shropshire Lad – XXXVII by A. E. Housman
As through the wild green hills of WyreThe train ran, changing sky and shire,And far behind, a fading crest,Low in…
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A Shropshire Lad – XXXVIII by A. E. Housman
The winds out of the west land blow,My friends have breathed them there;Warm with the blood of lads I knowComes…
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As I gird on for fighting by A. E. Housman
As I gird on for fightingMy sword upon my thigh,I think on old ill fortunesOf better men than I. Think…
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Astronomy by A. E. Housman
The Wain upon the northern steepDescends and lifts away.Oh I will sit me down and weepFor bones in Africa. For…
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Could man be drunk for ever by A. E. Housman
Could man be drunk for everWith liquor, love, or fights,Lief should I rouse at morningAnd lief lie down of nights.…
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Eight Oclock by A. E. Housman
He stood, and heard the steepleSprinkle the quarters on the morning town.One, two, three, four, to market-place and peopleIt tossed…
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Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries by A. E. Housman
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries, is perhaps the best known from his second poetry collection, Last Poems (1922). His…
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Epithalamium by A. E. Housman
He is here, Uranias son,Hymen come from Helicon;God that glads the lovers heart,He is here to join and part.So the…
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Fancys Knell by A. E. Housman
When lads were home from labourAt Abdon under Clee,A man would call his neighborAnd both would send for me.And where…
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Grenadier by A. E. Housman
The Queen she sent to look for me,The sergeant he did say,Young man, a soldier will you beFor thirteen pence…
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