Poems by Alfred Edward Housman
Others, I Am Not the First
... Have willed more mischief than they durst: ...
Along the field as we came by
... And time shall put them both to bed, ...
1887
... To skies that knit their heartstrings right, ...
Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending?
... And here, man, here's the wreath I've made: ...
Oh Stay At Home, My Lad
... And leave the soldiers at their drill, ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying
... What strangers feet may find the meadow ...
Hughley Steeple
... Chill graves the sexton delves, ...
When I Watch the Living Meet
... Where I lodge a little while,If the heats of hate and lust ...
Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
... --Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain ...
If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
... 'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, ...
From Far, From Eve and Morning
... Ere to the wind's twelve quarters ...
In Valleys of Springs and Rivers
... Nor London nor Knighton the town: 'Tis a long way further than Knighton, ...
Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black
... Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, ...
Reveille
... Clay lies still, but blood's a rover ...
The Winds Out of the West Land Blow
... It fanned their temples, filled their lungs, ...
