Alfred Edward Housman
Alfred Edward Housman Quotes
''“Good creatures, do you love your livesA.E. Housman, More Poems
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.
I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earths foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.” ''
''“I, a stranger and afraidA.E. Housman, Last Poems
In a world I never made.” ''
''“Into my heart an air that killsA.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.”''
''“Existence is not itself a good thing, that we should spend a lifetime securing its necessaries: a life spent, however victoriously, in securing the necessaries of life is no more than an elaborate furnishing and decoration of apartments for the reception of a guest who is never to come. Our business here is not to live, but to live happily.” ''A.E. Housman
''“The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do:A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
My pleasures are plenty, my troubles are two.
But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest,
The brains in my head and the heart in my breast.
Oh, grant me the ease that is granted so free,
The birthright of multitudes, give it to me,
That relish their victuals and rest on their bed
With flint in the bosom and guts in the head.”''
''“Stone, steel, dominions pass,A.E. Housman, More Poems
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under.” ''
''“June suns, you cannot store themA.E. Housman, More Poems
To warm the winters cold,
The lad that hopes for heaven
Shall fill his mouth with mould.” ''
''“Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,A.E. Housman, More Poems
But young men think it is, and we were young.” ''
''“I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.”''A.E. Housman
''“Wanderers eastward, wanderers west,A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Know you why you cannot rest?
Tis that every mothers son
Travails with a skeleton.
Lie down in the bed of dust;
Bear the fruit that bear you must;
Bring the eternal seed to light,
And morn is all the same as night.” ''
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Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. ...
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.