Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

81. Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy 12/31/2002
82. Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/3/2003
83. Hughley Steeple 1/3/2003
84. The Day Of Battle 1/3/2003
85. Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying 1/3/2003
86. Others, I Am Not The First 1/3/2003
87. Oh, When I Was In Love With You 1/3/2003
88. The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux 1/3/2003
89. In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad 1/3/2003
90. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
91. If By Chance Your Eye Offend You 1/3/2003
92. Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth 1/3/2003
93. Far In A Western Brookland 1/3/2003
94. I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded 1/3/2003
95. 1887 1/3/2003
96. Stars 1/3/2003
97. The Laws Of God, The Laws Of Man 1/3/2003
98. Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
99. If Truth In Hearts That Perish 1/3/2003
100. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 1/3/2003
101. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
102. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
103. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
104. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
105. Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree 1/3/2003
106. Is My Team Ploughing 1/3/2003
107. From Far, From Eve And Morning 1/3/2003
108. Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff 1/3/2003
109. Into My Heart An Air That Kills 1/3/2003
110. When I Was One-And-Twenty 1/3/2003
111. Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now 1/3/2003
112. The Carpenter's Son 1/3/2003
113. Along The Field As We Came By 12/31/2002
114. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still 1/3/2003
115. To An Athlete Dying Young 1/3/2003
116. Here Dead We Lie 12/24/2003

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

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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