Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

41. Oh, When I Was In Love With You 1/3/2003
42. On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank 1/3/2003
43. On The Idle Hill Of Summer 1/3/2003
44. On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble 1/3/2003
45. On Your Midnight Pallet Lying 1/3/2003
46. Others, I Am Not The First 1/3/2003
47. Reveille 1/3/2003
48. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do? 1/3/2003
49. Shot? So Quick, So Clean An Ending? 1/3/2003
50. Stars 1/3/2003
51. Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying 1/3/2003
52. Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff 1/3/2003
53. The Carpenter's Son 1/3/2003
54. The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux 1/3/2003
55. The Day Of Battle 1/3/2003
56. The Fairies Break Their Dances 1/3/2003
57. The Grizzly Bear 1/3/2003
58. The Immortal Part 1/3/2003
59. The Isle Of Portland 1/3/2003
60. The Lads In Their Hundreds 1/3/2003
61. The Laws Of God, The Laws Of Man 1/3/2003
62. The Lent Lily 1/3/2003
63. The Merry Guide 1/3/2003
64. The New Mistress 1/3/2003
65. The Nonsense Verse 1/28/2014
66. The Rainy Pleiads Wester 1/3/2003
67. The Recruit 1/3/2003
68. The Stinging Nettle 1/3/2003
69. The Street Sounds To The Soldiers' Tread 1/3/2003
70. The True Lover 1/3/2003
71. The Welsh Marches 1/3/2003
72. The Winds Out Of The West Land Blow 1/3/2003
73. There Pass The Careless People 1/3/2003
74. Think No More, Lad 1/3/2003
75. This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past 1/3/2003
76. Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/3/2003
77. To An Athlete Dying Young 1/3/2003
78. Twice A Week The Winter Thorough 1/3/2003
79. Vi: Lancer 1/28/2014
80. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder 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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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.

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