Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

41. The Isle Of Portland 1/3/2003
42. The Fairies Break Their Dances 1/3/2003
43. The Winds Out Of The West Land Blow 1/3/2003
44. When The Lad For Longing Sighs 1/3/2003
45. O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) 1/3/2003
46. Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain 1/3/2003
47. The Merry Guide 1/3/2003
48. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do? 1/3/2003
49. Loitering With A Vacant Eye 1/3/2003
50. On Your Midnight Pallet Lying 1/3/2003
51. The Welsh Marches 1/3/2003
52. The Immortal Part 1/3/2003
53. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder 1/3/2003
54. Twice A Week The Winter Thorough 1/3/2003
55. When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow 1/3/2003
56. The Street Sounds To The Soldiers' Tread 1/3/2003
57. When I Watch The Living Meet 1/3/2003
58. Shot? So Quick, So Clean An Ending? 1/3/2003
59. The New Mistress 1/3/2003
60. There Pass The Careless People 1/3/2003
61. The Lads In Their Hundreds 1/3/2003
62. March 1/3/2003
63. The Recruit 1/3/2003
64. The Rainy Pleiads Wester 1/3/2003
65. Oh Stay At Home, My Lad 1/3/2003
66. Think No More, Lad 1/3/2003
67. The Grizzly Bear 1/3/2003
68. Oh Who Is That Young Sinner 1/3/2003
69. It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers 1/3/2003
70. The Lent Lily 1/3/2003
71. Reveille 1/3/2003
72. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
73. In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers 1/3/2003
74. As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre 1/3/2003
75. On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank 1/3/2003
76. On The Idle Hill Of Summer 1/3/2003
77. Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw 1/3/2003
78. Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/3/2003
79. Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear 1/3/2003
80. The True Lover 1/3/2003

Comments about Alfred Edward Housman

  • 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.

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  • 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

To An Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has ...

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The New Mistress

"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
You may be good for something, but you are not good for me.
Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here.
And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear.

"I will go where I am wanted, to a lady born and bred
Who will dress me free for nothing in a uniform of red;
She will not be sick to see me if I only keep it clean:
I will go where I am wanted for a soldier of the Queen.

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