Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

1. Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I 1/28/2014
2. Xxvi: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives 1/28/2014
3. Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do 1/28/2014
4. Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number 1/28/2014
5. Xxxix: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/28/2014
6. Hell's Gate 6/26/2015
7. When The Eye Of Day Is Shut 11/18/2015
8. Soldier from the wars returning 1/7/2016
9. Revolution 2/5/2016
10. Xvi: Spring Morning 1/28/2014
11. Xvii: Astronomy 1/28/2014
12. Xxxvi: Revolution 1/28/2014
13. Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took 1/28/2014
14. Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast 1/28/2014
15. Her Strong Enchantments Failing 11/25/2015
16. Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower 1/28/2014
17. Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light 1/28/2014
18. Vi: Lancer 1/28/2014
19. Xxiii: Crossing Alone The Nighted Ferry 1/28/2014
20. Xlvii: For My Funeral 1/28/2014
21. Xxxii: When I Would Muse In Boyhood 1/28/2014
22. Xxi: The World Goes None The Lamer 1/28/2014
23. Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock 1/28/2014
24. Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease 1/28/2014
25. Xxii: R L S 1/28/2014
26. I: Easter Hymn 12/17/2014
27. Xii: An Epitaph 1/28/2014
28. A Shropshire Lad, Ii 2/18/2015
29. Xii: He Would Not Stay With Me And Who Can Wonder 1/28/2014
30. Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright 1/28/2014
31. Lx: Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/28/2014
32. The Nonsense Verse 1/28/2014
33. Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love 1/28/2014
34. When I Came Last To Ludlow 1/3/2003
35. Westward On The High-Hilled Plains 1/3/2003
36. Goodnight 11/28/2014
37. This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past 1/3/2003
38. Oh, See How Thick The Goldcup Flowers 1/3/2003
39. The Stinging Nettle 1/3/2003
40. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do? 1/3/2003

Comments about Alfred Edward Housman

  • Ted G (6/24/2018 8:58:00 AM)

    Not a poetry related question, but possibly someone here can help me. I seem to remember reading a short bit by Housman about seeing tears in his father's eyes for the first time upon seeing the black bordered newspaper the day Queen Victoria died. Am I attributing my memory to the wrong author?

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  • Ian K (7/23/2017 12:43:00 PM)

    The master of melancholy! Housman was in fact a rather embittered but brilliant academic and a homosexual at a time when it was not only illegal but something that had for most to remain repressed. I suppose therefore that this informs all his work and is fairly obvious, in hindsight, in some of the poems at least.

  • Jeanann Kerr (8/13/2013 8:19:00 PM)

    Does anyone know the title of Housman's poem cited in The Walkabout? It is a lovely poem but I can't find it in Bartlett's. Thanks. Ms. Kerr

  • Sankaran Ayya (2/2/2012 7:31:00 AM)

    poetry should appeal to emotions rather than to the intellect
    Housman's golden words, poetry writers should appreciate and follow
    as cardinal principle
    --KAVIN CHARALAN

  • Mark Adams (1/9/2012 6:05:00 PM)

    From a biography I read on Housman (I sorry I don't recall the title or author) , Housman was believed to have possibly been homosexual, and was suspected by some family members as being so. If this was truly the case, I believe it may put different light on the point of few of some of his poems.

  • Maria Gough (9/26/2006 11:41:00 AM)

    Thank you for your daily poem!

  • Richard Stivelman (6/17/2006 1:30:00 PM)

    Thanks for all the Housman. I believe, however, that you have a 'typo' in the poem 'Look Not In my Eyes'. I believe it shoud read '...for fear they (not 'thy') mirror true...'
    Best
    Dick Stivelman

  • Artie Thayer (10/4/2003 6:16:00 AM)

    Thank you for making this poem available. In the movie, Out of Africa, Karen Blitzen reads from a book of poems. The title is partially obliterated, but I could see Hous... and assumed Houseman. I was able to find it on your site. What a fine poem. Thanks again. - artie

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.

Read the full of Here Dead We Lie

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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