Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

101. Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
102. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
103. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
104. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
105. Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw 1/3/2003
106. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
107. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still 1/3/2003
108. As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre 1/3/2003
109. Along The Field as We Came By 12/31/2002
110. A Shropshire Lad, II -new- 2/18/2015
111. 1887 1/3/2003

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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