Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

1. Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I 1/28/2014
2. Xxvi: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives 1/28/2014
3. Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do 1/28/2014
4. Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number 1/28/2014
5. Xxxix: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/28/2014
6. Hell's Gate 6/26/2015
7. When The Eye Of Day Is Shut 11/18/2015
8. Her Strong Enchantments Failing 11/25/2015
9. Soldier from the wars returning 1/7/2016
10. Revolution 2/5/2016
11. Xvi: Spring Morning 1/28/2014
12. Xxi: The World Goes None The Lamer 1/28/2014
13. Xvii: Astronomy 1/28/2014
14. Xxxvi: Revolution 1/28/2014
15. Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took 1/28/2014
16. Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease 1/28/2014
17. Xii: An Epitaph 1/28/2014
18. Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light 1/28/2014
19. Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower 1/28/2014
20. Xxiii: Crossing Alone The Nighted Ferry 1/28/2014
21. Xlvii: For My Funeral 1/28/2014
22. Vi: Lancer 1/28/2014
23. Xxxii: When I Would Muse In Boyhood 1/28/2014
24. Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast 1/28/2014
25. Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock 1/28/2014
26. Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright 1/28/2014
27. Xxii: R L S 1/28/2014
28. I: Easter Hymn 12/17/2014
29. A Shropshire Lad, Ii 2/18/2015
30. The Nonsense Verse 1/28/2014
31. Lx: Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/28/2014
32. Goodnight 11/28/2014
33. Xii: He Would Not Stay With Me And Who Can Wonder 1/28/2014
34. Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love 1/28/2014
35. When I Came Last To Ludlow 1/3/2003
36. Westward On The High-Hilled Plains 1/3/2003
37. This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past 1/3/2003
38. Oh, See How Thick The Goldcup Flowers 1/3/2003
39. The Isle Of Portland 1/3/2003
40. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do? 1/3/2003
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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