Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

1. 1887 1/3/2003
2. A Shropshire Lad, Ii 2/18/2015
3. Along The Field As We Came By 12/31/2002
4. As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre 1/3/2003
5. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still 1/3/2003
6. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
7. Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw 1/3/2003
8. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
9. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
10. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
11. Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
12. Far In A Western Brookland 1/3/2003
13. Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree 1/3/2003
14. Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy 12/31/2002
15. From Far, From Eve And Morning 1/3/2003
16. Goodnight 11/28/2014
17. Here Dead We Lie 12/24/2003
18. Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth 1/3/2003
19. Hughley Steeple 1/3/2003
20. I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded 1/3/2003
21. I: Easter Hymn 12/17/2014
22. If By Chance Your Eye Offend You 1/3/2003
23. If Truth In Hearts That Perish 1/3/2003
24. In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad 1/3/2003
25. In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers 1/3/2003
26. Into My Heart An Air That Kills 1/3/2003
27. Is My Team Ploughing 1/3/2003
28. It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers 1/3/2003
29. Loitering With A Vacant Eye 1/3/2003
30. Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear 1/3/2003
31. Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now 1/3/2003
32. Lx: Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/28/2014
33. March 1/3/2003
34. Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black 1/3/2003
35. O Why Do You Walk (A Parody) 1/3/2003
36. Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain 1/3/2003
37. Oh Stay At Home, My Lad 1/3/2003
38. Oh Who Is That Young Sinner 1/3/2003
39. Oh, See How Thick The Goldcup Flowers 1/3/2003
40. Oh, When I Was In Love With You 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

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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