Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

1. Here Dead We Lie 12/24/2003
2. To An Athlete Dying Young 1/3/2003
3. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still 1/3/2003
4. Along The Field As We Came By 12/31/2002
5. The Carpenter's Son 1/3/2003
6. Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now 1/3/2003
7. When I Was One-And-Twenty 1/3/2003
8. Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree 1/3/2003
9. Into My Heart An Air That Kills 1/3/2003
10. Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff 1/3/2003
11. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
12. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
13. From Far, From Eve And Morning 1/3/2003
14. Is My Team Ploughing 1/3/2003
15. If Truth In Hearts That Perish 1/3/2003
16. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
17. I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded 1/3/2003
18. If By Chance Your Eye Offend You 1/3/2003
19. Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
20. In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad 1/3/2003
21. Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth 1/3/2003
22. 1887 1/3/2003
23. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 1/3/2003
24. Far In A Western Brookland 1/3/2003
25. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
26. Hughley Steeple 1/3/2003
27. Oh, When I Was In Love With You 1/3/2003
28. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
29. Stars 1/3/2003
30. The Laws Of God, The Laws Of Man 1/3/2003
31. Others, I Am Not The First 1/3/2003
32. In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers 1/3/2003
33. The Lent Lily 1/3/2003
34. Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/3/2003
35. Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy 12/31/2002
36. On The Idle Hill Of Summer 1/3/2003
37. As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre 1/3/2003
38. Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw 1/3/2003
39. Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying 1/3/2003
40. The Grizzly Bear 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Alfred Edward Housman

Here Dead We Lie

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

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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.

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