Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

81. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder 1/3/2003
82. Westward On The High-Hilled Plains 1/3/2003
83. When I Came Last To Ludlow 1/3/2003
84. When I Was One-And-Twenty 1/3/2003
85. When I Watch The Living Meet 1/3/2003
86. When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow 1/3/2003
87. When The Eye Of Day Is Shut -new- 11/18/2015
88. When The Lad For Longing Sighs 1/3/2003
89. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
90. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
91. Xii: An Epitaph 1/28/2014
92. Xii: He Would Not Stay With Me And Who Can Wonder 1/28/2014
93. Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease 1/28/2014
94. Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number 1/28/2014
95. Xlvii: For My Funeral 1/28/2014
96. Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I 1/28/2014
97. Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright 1/28/2014
98. Xvi: Spring Morning 1/28/2014
99. Xvii: Astronomy 1/28/2014
100. Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do 1/28/2014
101. Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock 1/28/2014
102. Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast 1/28/2014
103. Xxi: The World Goes None The Lamer 1/28/2014
104. Xxii: R L S 1/28/2014
105. Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower 1/28/2014
106. Xxiii: Crossing Alone The Nighted Ferry 1/28/2014
107. Xxvi: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives 1/28/2014
108. Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love 1/28/2014
109. Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light 1/28/2014
110. Xxxii: When I Would Muse In Boyhood 1/28/2014
111. Xxxix: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/28/2014
112. Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took 1/28/2014
113. Xxxvi: Revolution 1/28/2014
114. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 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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