Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

81. Hughley Steeple 1/3/2003
82. The Rainy Pleiads Wester 1/3/2003
83. The Day Of Battle 1/3/2003
84. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
85. Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy 12/31/2002
86. Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth 1/3/2003
87. Stars 1/3/2003
88. Oh, When I Was In Love With You 1/3/2003
89. In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad 1/3/2003
90. Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying 1/3/2003
91. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
92. If By Chance Your Eye Offend You 1/3/2003
93. Others, I Am Not The First 1/3/2003
94. Far In A Western Brookland 1/3/2003
95. I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded 1/3/2003
96. The Laws Of God, The Laws Of Man 1/3/2003
97. If Truth In Hearts That Perish 1/3/2003
98. Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
99. 1887 1/3/2003
100. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
101. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
102. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
103. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
104. Is My Team Ploughing 1/3/2003
105. Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree 1/3/2003
106. From Far, From Eve And Morning 1/3/2003
107. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 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

  • 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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