Poems by Alfred Edward Housman
Oh fair enough are sky and plain
... These are the thoughts I often think ...
The Lads in Their Hundreds
... There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart, ...
There Pass the Careless People
... There flowers no balm to sain him ...
Ho, everyone that thirsteth
... June suns, you cannot store them ...
The Stinging Nettle
... That thrives, come sun, come showers ...
When the Lad for Longing Sighs
... Buy them, buy them: eve and morn ...
March
... In farm and field through all the shire ...
I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded
... The solitary stars, And fields will yearly bear them ...
When I Came Last to Ludlow
... Now Dick lies long in the churchyard, ...
The rainy Pleiads wester
... The head that I shall dream of ...
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
... What flowers to-day may flower to-morrow, ...
When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow
... It sang the song again: "Lie down, lie down, young yeoman ...
Far In a Western Brookland
... There, in the windless night-time, ...
The Welsh Marches
... About the open house of war: When Severn down to Buildwas ran ...
Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do?
... Quick then, while your day's at prime ...
