Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

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

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The Rainy Pleiads Wester

The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
The stroke of midnight ceases
And I lie down alone.

The rainy Pleiads wester,
And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
That will not dream of me.

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