Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

41. The Immortal Part 1/3/2003
42. The Fairies Break Their Dances 1/3/2003
43. The Stinging Nettle 1/3/2003
44. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do? 1/3/2003
45. Loitering With A Vacant Eye 1/3/2003
46. When The Lad For Longing Sighs 1/3/2003
47. O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) 1/3/2003
48. Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain 1/3/2003
49. The Merry Guide 1/3/2003
50. On Your Midnight Pallet Lying 1/3/2003
51. The Street Sounds To The Soldiers' Tread 1/3/2003
52. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder 1/3/2003
53. Twice A Week The Winter Thorough 1/3/2003
54. Shot? So Quick, So Clean An Ending? 1/3/2003
55. When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow 1/3/2003
56. When I Watch The Living Meet 1/3/2003
57. The Winds Out Of The West Land Blow 1/3/2003
58. The New Mistress 1/3/2003
59. The Welsh Marches 1/3/2003
60. There Pass The Careless People 1/3/2003
61. March 1/3/2003
62. Reveille 1/3/2003
63. Oh Stay At Home, My Lad 1/3/2003
64. Think No More, Lad 1/3/2003
65. Oh Who Is That Young Sinner 1/3/2003
66. On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank 1/3/2003
67. It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers 1/3/2003
68. The Lads In Their Hundreds 1/3/2003
69. The Lent Lily 1/3/2003
70. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
71. Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear 1/3/2003
72. The Recruit 1/3/2003
73. The Rainy Pleiads Wester 1/3/2003
74. On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble 1/3/2003
75. The Grizzly Bear 1/3/2003
76. As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre 1/3/2003
77. The True Lover 1/3/2003
78. On The Idle Hill Of Summer 1/3/2003
79. Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw 1/3/2003
80. Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy 12/31/2002

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

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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