Alfred Edward Housman
Alfred Edward Housman Poems
- Here Dead We Lie Here dead we lie Because we did not choose...
- To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the ...
- Along The Field As We Came By ALONG the field as we came by ...
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Be still, my soul, be still; the ...
- The Carpenter's Son "Here the hangman stops his cart: Now ...
- When I Was One-And-Twenty When I was one-and-twenty I heard ...
- Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry... Loveliest of trees, the ...
Usually known as A. E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known to the general public for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems were mostly written before 1900. Their wistful evocation of doomed youth in the English countryside, in spare language and distinctive imagery, appealed strongly to late Victorian and Edwardian taste, and to many early 20th century English composers (beginning with Arthur Somervell) both before and after the First World War. Through its song-setting the poetry became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself.
Housman was counted one of the foremost classicists of ... more »
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“The heart from out the bosomA.E. Housman
Was never given in vain
But bought with sighs aplenty
And sold for endless rue
And now I am two and twenty
And oh tis true, tis tr...
“Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
''“Give me a land of boughs in leafA.E. Housman
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.” ''
“The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book."A.E. Housman, Selected Prose
(Introductory lecture as professor of Latin at University C...
''“All knots that lovers tieA.E. Housman, More Poems
Are tied to sever.
Here shall your sweetheart lie,
Untrue for ever.” ''
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.