Alfred Edward Housman

White In The Moon The Long Road Lies By Alfred Edward Housman

White In The Moon The Long Road Lies By Alfred Edward Housman

White In The Moon The Long Road Lies White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The wo... »

The Isle Of Portland By Alfred Edward Housman

The Isle Of Portland By Alfred Edward Housman

The Isle Of Portland The star-filled seas are smooth to-night From France to England strown; Black towers above the Portland light The felon-quarried stone. On yonder island, not to rise, Never to stir forth free, Far from his folk a dead lad lies That once was friends with me. Lie you easy, dream y... »

Is My Team Ploughing By Alfred Edward Housman

Is My Team Ploughing By Alfred Edward Housman

Is My Team Ploughing “Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?” Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land you used to plough. “Is football playing Along the river shore, With lads... »

Vi; Lancer By Alfred Edward Housman

Vi; Lancer By Alfred Edward Housman

Vi; Lancer I ‘listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave? I ‘listed at home for a lancer To ride on a horse to my grave. And over the seas we were bidden A country to take and to keep; And far with the brave I have ridden, And now with the brave I shall sleep. For... »

Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do By Alfred Edward Housman

Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do By Alfred Edward Housman

Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do Say, lad, have you things to do? Quick then, while your day’s at prime. Quick, and if ’tis work for two, Here am I man: now’s your time. Send me now, and I shall go; Call me, I shall hear you call; Use me ere they lay me low Where a man’s no us... »

Goodnight By Alfred Edward Housman

Goodnight By Alfred Edward Housman

Goodnight Goodnight; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours, While sea abides, and land, And earth’s foundations stand, and heaven endures. When earth’s foundations flee, nor sky nor land nor sea At all is found Content you, let them burn: It is not your concern; Sleep... »

Xx The Night Is Freezing Fast By Alfred Edward Housman

Xx The Night Is Freezing Fast By Alfred Edward Housman

Xx The Night Is Freezing Fast The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea ... »

The Street Sounds To The Soldiers’ Tread By Alfred Edward Housman

The Street Sounds To The Soldiers’ Tread By Alfred Edward Housman

The Street Sounds To The Soldiers’ Tread The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head, He turns and looks at me. My man, from sky to sky’s so far, We never crossed before; Such leagues apart the world’s ends are, We’... »

Oh Stay At Home, My Lad By Alfred Edward Housman

Oh Stay At Home, My Lad By Alfred Edward Housman

Oh Stay At Home, My Lad Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea, And leave the soldiers at their drill, And all about the idle hill Shepherd your sheep with me. Oh stay with company and mirth And daylight and the air; Too full already is the grave Of fellows that were good and b... »

Bredon Hill By Alfred Edward Housman

Bredon Hill By Alfred Edward Housman

Bredon Hill In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear. Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie, And see the coloured counties, And hear the larks so high About us in the sky. The bells would ri... »

Xii An Epitaph By Alfred Edward Housman

Xii An Epitaph By Alfred Edward Housman

Xii An Epitaph Stay, if you list, O passer by the way; Yet night approaches; better not to stay. I never sigh, nor flush, nor knit the brow, Nor grieve to think how ill God made me, now. Here, with one balm for many fevers found, Whole of an ancient evil, I sleep sound. Hits: 0 »

The Immortal Part By Alfred Edward Housman

The Immortal Part By Alfred Edward Housman

The Immortal Part When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me say, “Another night, another day. “When shall this slough of sense be cast, This dust of thoughts be laid at last, The man of flesh and soul be slain And the man of bone remain? &#... »

Into My Heart An Air That Kills By Alfred Edward Housman

Into My Heart An Air That Kills By Alfred Edward Housman

Into My Heart An Air That Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. Hits: 2 »

Xxxvi Revolution By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxvi Revolution By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxvi Revolution West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day’s beamy banner up the east is borne, Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal, Drown in the golden deluge of the morn. But over sea and continent from sight Safe to the Indies has the earth conveyed The vast and moon-eclipsi... »

Twice A Week The Winter Thorough By Alfred Edward Housman

Twice A Week The Winter Thorough By Alfred Edward Housman

Twice A Week The Winter Thorough Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. Try I will; no harm in tryi... »

Revolution By Alfred Edward Housman

Revolution By Alfred Edward Housman

Revolution West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day’s beamy banner up the east is borne, Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal, Drown in the golden deluge of the morn. But over sea and continent from sight Safe to the Indies has the earth conveyed The vast and moon-eclipsing con... »

Hell’s Gate By Alfred Edward Housman

Hell’s Gate By Alfred Edward Housman

Hell’s Gate Onward led the road again Through the sad uncoloured plain Under twilight brooding dim, And along the utmost rim Wall and rampart risen to sight Cast a shadow not of night, And beyond them seemed to glow Bonfires lighted long ago. And my dark conductor broke Silence at my side and ... »

Xxvi Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxvi Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxvi Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart And down will come the sky, And earth’s foundations will depart And all you folk will d... »

The Stinging Nettle By Alfred Edward Housman

The Stinging Nettle By Alfred Edward Housman

The Stinging Nettle The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: The numberless, the lonely, The thronger of the land, The leaf that hurts the hand. That thrives, come sun, come showers; Blow east, blow west, it springs; It peoples towns, and towers Above the courts of Kings, And touch it ... »

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black By Alfred Edward Housman

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black By Alfred Edward Housman

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh never fear, man, nought’s to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There’s nothing ... »

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still By Alfred Edward Housman

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still By Alfred Edward Housman

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,– call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but li... »

With Rue My Heart Is Laden By Alfred Edward Housman

With Rue My Heart Is Laden By Alfred Edward Housman

With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade. Hits: 0 »

The Day Of Battle By Alfred Edward Housman

The Day Of Battle By Alfred Edward Housman

The Day Of Battle “Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, ‘Soldier, fly or stay for long.’ “Comrade, if to turn and fly Made a soldier never die, Fly I would, for who would not? ‘Tis sure no pleasure to be shot. “Bu... »

In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers By Alfred Edward Housman

In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers By Alfred Edward Housman

In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers “Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun.” In valleys of springs and rivers, By Ony and Teme and Clun, The country for easy livers, The quietest under the sun, We still had sorrows to lighten, One could not be alw... »

Xxxix Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxix Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxix Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town ‘Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow. Spring will not wait the loiterer’s time Who keeps so long away; So others wear the broom and climb The hedgerow... »

To An Athlete Dying Young By Alfred Edward Housman

To An Athlete Dying Young By Alfred Edward Housman

To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller t... »

Reveille By Alfred Edward Housman

Reveille By Alfred Edward Housman

Reveille Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims. Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, Trampled to the floor it spanned, And the tent of night in tatters Straws the sky-pavilioned land. Up, lad, up, ’tis late f... »

Hughley Steeple By Alfred Edward Housman

Hughley Steeple By Alfred Edward Housman

Hughley Steeple The vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people And there lie friends of mine. Tall in their midst the tower Divides the shade and sun, And the clock strikes the hour And tells the time to none. To south the headstones cluster, The sunny mound... »

Xviii The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock By Alfred Edward Housman

Xviii The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock By Alfred Edward Housman

Xviii The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, The boot clings to the clay. Since all is done that’s due and right Let’s home; and now, my lad, good-night, For I must turn away. Good-night, my lad, for nought’s eternal; No league of ours, ... »

The Rainy Pleiads Wester By Alfred Edward Housman

The Rainy Pleiads Wester By Alfred Edward Housman

The Rainy Pleiads Wester The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads wester, And seek beyond the sea The head that I shall dream of That will not dream of me. Hits: 0 »

O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) By Alfred Edward Housman

O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) By Alfred Edward Housman

O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) O why do you walk through the fields in boots, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman whom nobody shoots, Why do you walk through the fields in boots, When the grass is soft as the breast of coots And shivering-sweet to the touch? Hits: 2 »

As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre By Alfred Edward Housman

As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre By Alfred Edward Housman

As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading crest, Low in the forsaken west Sank the high-reared head of Clee, My hand lay empty on my knee. Aching on my knee it lay: That morning half a shire away So... »

Xl Farewell To A Name And Number By Alfred Edward Housman

Xl Farewell To A Name And Number By Alfred Edward Housman

Xl Farewell To A Name And Number Farewell to a name and a number Recalled again To darkness and silence and slumber In blood and pain. So ceases and turns to the thing He was born to be A soldier cheap to the King And dear to me; So smothers in blood the burning And flaming flight Of valour and trut... »

The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux By Alfred Edward Housman

The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux By Alfred Edward Housman

The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers. Pass me the can, lad; there’s an end of May. There’s one spoilt spring to scant our mortal lot, One season ruin... »

In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad By Alfred Edward Housman

In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad By Alfred Edward Housman

In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by... »

Xxxii When I Would Muse In Boyhood By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxii When I Would Muse In Boyhood By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxii When I Would Muse In Boyhood When I would muse in boyhood The wild green woods among, And nurse resolves and fancies Because the world was young, It was not foes to conquer, Nor sweethearts to be kind, But it was friends to die for That I would seek and find. I sought them and I found them, Th... »

Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town By Alfred Edward Housman

Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town By Alfred Edward Housman

Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town ‘Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow. Spring will not wait the loiterer’s time Who keeps so long away; So others wear the broom and climb The hedgerows heap... »

On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble By Alfred Edward Housman

On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble By Alfred Edward Housman

On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. ‘Twould blow like this through holt and hanger When Uricon the city stood; ‘Tis the o... »

From Far, From Eve And Morning By Alfred Edward Housman

From Far, From Eve And Morning By Alfred Edward Housman

From Far, From Eve And Morning From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. Now– for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart– Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How s... »

Xvii Astronomy By Alfred Edward Housman

Xvii Astronomy By Alfred Edward Housman

Xvii Astronomy The Wain upon the northern steep Descends and lifts away. Oh I will sit me down and weep For bones in Africa. For pay and medals, name and rank, Things that he has not found, He hove the Cross to heaven and sank The pole-star underground. And now he does not even see Signs of the nadi... »

The Nonsense Verse By Alfred Edward Housman

The Nonsense Verse By Alfred Edward Housman

The Nonsense Verse At the door of my own little hovel, Reading a novel I sat; And as I was reading the novel A gnat flew away with my hat. As fast as a fraudulent banker Away with my hat it fled, And calmly came to an anchor In the midst of the cucumber-bed. I went and purchased a yacht And traverse... »

Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain By Alfred Edward Housman

Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain By Alfred Edward Housman

Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the water are; The pools and rivers wash so clean The trees and clouds and air, The like on earth was never seen, And oh that I were there. These are the thoughts I often th... »

Could Man Be Drunk Forever By Alfred Edward Housman

Could Man Be Drunk Forever By Alfred Edward Housman

Could Man Be Drunk Forever Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts. Hits: 10 »

When The Lad For Longing Sighs By Alfred Edward Housman

When The Lad For Longing Sighs By Alfred Edward Housman

When The Lad For Longing Sighs When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death’s own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail. Lovers’ ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone, The hung head, the sunken eye, You can have them for your own. Buy the... »

The Carpenter’s Son By Alfred Edward Housman

The Carpenter’s Son By Alfred Edward Housman

The Carpenter’s Son “Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: Live, lads, and I will die. “Oh, at home had I but stayed ‘Prenticed to my father’s trade, Had I stuck to plane and adze, I had not been lost, my lads... »

If Truth In Hearts That Perish By Alfred Edward Housman

If Truth In Hearts That Perish By Alfred Edward Housman

If Truth In Hearts That Perish If truth in hearts that perish Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you Should make you not to die. Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning, If single thought could save, The world might end to-morrow, You should not see the grave. This long and sure-set liki... »

Xxxv When First My Way To Fair I Took By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxv When First My Way To Fair I Took By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxxv When First My Way To Fair I Took When first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now times are altered: if I care To buy a thing, I can; The pence are here and here’s the fair, But where’s the lost young man? &#... »

Westward On The High-Hilled Plains By Alfred Edward Housman

Westward On The High-Hilled Plains By Alfred Edward Housman

Westward On The High-Hilled Plains Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. Now that other lads than I Strip to bathe on Severn shore, They, no help, for all they try, Tread the mill I trod before. There, when ... »

On Your Midnight Pallet Lying By Alfred Edward Housman

On Your Midnight Pallet Lying By Alfred Edward Housman

On Your Midnight Pallet Lying On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark should sigh no more; Night should ease a lover’s sorrow; Therefore, since I go to-morrow, Pity me before. In the land to which I travel, The far dwelling, le... »

Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy By Alfred Edward Housman

Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy By Alfred Edward Housman

Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To this well-nightingaled vicinity? My object in inquiring is to know. But if you happen to be deaf and dumb And do not understand a word ... »

Xvi How Clear, How Lovely Bright By Alfred Edward Housman

Xvi How Clear, How Lovely Bright By Alfred Edward Housman

Xvi How Clear, How Lovely Bright How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander lif... »

The New Mistress By Alfred Edward Housman

The New Mistress By Alfred Edward Housman

The New Mistress “Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but you are not good for me. Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here. And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear. “I will go where I am wanted, to a lady bo... »

March By Alfred Edward Housman

March By Alfred Edward Housman

March The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the gold wool of the Ram. So braver notes the storm-cock sings To start the rusted wheel of things, And brutes in field and brutes in pen Leap that the world goes round again. The boys are u... »

Along The Field As We Came By By Alfred Edward Housman

Along The Field As We Came By By Alfred Edward Housman

Along The Field As We Came By ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. ‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she shall lie ... »

When The Eye Of Day Is Shut By Alfred Edward Housman

When The Eye Of Day Is Shut By Alfred Edward Housman

When The Eye Of Day Is Shut When the eye of day is shut, And the stars deny their beams, And about the forest hut Blows the roaring wood of dreams, From deep clay, from desert rock, From the sunk sands of the main, Come not at my door to knock, Hearts that loved me not again. Sleep, be still, turn t... »

Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff By Alfred Edward Housman

Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff By Alfred Edward Housman

Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff “Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache! The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It ... »

I; Easter Hymn By Alfred Edward Housman

I; Easter Hymn By Alfred Edward Housman

I; Easter Hymn If in that Syrian garden, ages slain, You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain, Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night The hate you died to quench and could but fan, Sleep well and see no morning, son of man. But if, the grave rent... »

Xxviii Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxviii Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light By Alfred Edward Housman

Xxviii Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light ow dreary dawns the eastern light, And fall of eve is drear, And cold the poor man lies at night, And so goes out the year. Little is the luck I’ve had, And oh, ’tis comfort small To think that many another lad Has had no luck at all. Hits: 0 »

This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past By Alfred Edward Housman

This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past By Alfred Edward Housman

This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past This time of year a twelvemonth past, When Fred and I would meet, We needs must jangle, till at last We fought and I was beat. So then the summer fields about, Till rainy days began, Rose Harland on her Sundays out Walked with the better man. The better man she w... »

On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank By Alfred Edward Housman

On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank By Alfred Edward Housman

On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by the four cross ways. A careless shepherd once would keep The flocks by moonlight there, * And high amongst the glimmering sheep The dead man stood on air. They h... »

  • 1
  • 2