Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

81. Westward On The High-Hilled Plains 1/3/2003
82. When I Came Last To Ludlow 1/3/2003
83. When I Was One-And-Twenty 1/3/2003
84. When I Watch The Living Meet 1/3/2003
85. When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow 1/3/2003
86. When The Lad For Longing Sighs 1/3/2003
87. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
88. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
89. Xii: An Epitaph 1/28/2014
90. Xii: He Would Not Stay With Me And Who Can Wonder 1/28/2014
91. Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease 1/28/2014
92. Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number 1/28/2014
93. Xlvii: For My Funeral 1/28/2014
94. Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I 1/28/2014
95. Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright 1/28/2014
96. Xvi: Spring Morning 1/28/2014
97. Xvii: Astronomy 1/28/2014
98. Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do 1/28/2014
99. Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock 1/28/2014
100. Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast 1/28/2014
101. Xxi: The World Goes None The Lamer 1/28/2014
102. Xxii: R L S 1/28/2014
103. Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower 1/28/2014
104. Xxiii: Crossing Alone The Nighted Ferry 1/28/2014
105. Xxvi: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives 1/28/2014
106. Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love 1/28/2014
107. Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light 1/28/2014
108. Xxxii: When I Would Muse In Boyhood 1/28/2014
109. Xxxix: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/28/2014
110. Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took 1/28/2014
111. Xxxvi: Revolution 1/28/2014
112. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 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


Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

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