Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

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

Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.

"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.

"My mother thinks us long away;
'Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she'll be alone.

"And here's a bloody hand to shake,
And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.

"I wish you ...

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Eight O'Clock

He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.

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