Poems by Alfred Edward Housman
A Shropshire Lad XIX: The time you won your town the race
... lock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find unwithered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girl's ...
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff
... Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad!" Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, ...
When I Was One-and-Twenty
... "Give crowns and pounds and guineas ...
Is My Team Ploughing
... I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, ...
Eight O'Clock
... One, two, three, four, to market-place and people ...
Stars
... Stars, I have seen them fall, ...
Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
... Keeps the bones of man from lying ...
With Rue My Heart Is Laden
... The rose-lipt girls are sleeping ...
The Day of Battle
... Are not wept so well at home, "Therefore, though the best is bad, ...
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man
... Though both are foolish, both are strong ...
Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries
... These, in the day when heaven was falling, ...
Into My Heart an Air that Kills
... What are those blue remembered hills, ...
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
... Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little, ...
On the Idle Hill of Summer
... Dear to friends and food for powder, ...
The Grizzly Bear
... The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild ...
