Alfred Edward Housman
Poems of Alfred Edward Housman
|2.||Along The Field as We Came By||12/31/2002|
|3.||As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre||1/3/2003|
|4.||Be Still, My Soul, Be Still||1/3/2003|
|6.||Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw||1/3/2003|
|7.||Could Man Be Drunk Forever||1/3/2003|
|10.||Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries||1/3/2003|
|11.||Far In a Western Brookland||1/3/2003|
|12.||Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree||1/3/2003|
|13.||Fragment of a Greek Tragedy||12/31/2002|
|14.||From Far, From Eve and Morning||1/3/2003|
|16.||Here Dead We Lie||12/24/2003|
|17.||Ho, everyone that thirsteth||1/3/2003|
|19.||I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded||1/3/2003|
|20.||I: Easter Hymn -new-||12/17/2014|
He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.