A. E. Housman

The Welsh Marches

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleamIslanded in Severn stream;The bridges from the steepled crestCross the water east and west.The flag…

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The Street Sounds to the Soldiers’ Tread

The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,And out we troop to see:A single redcoat turns his head,He turns and looks…

10 months ago

The Recruit

Leave your home behind, lad,And reach your friends your hand,And go, and luck go with youWhile Ludlow tower shall stand.Oh,…

10 months ago

The New Mistress

"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?You may be good for something, but you…

10 months ago

The Lent Lily

'Tis spring; come out to rambleThe hilly brakes around,For under thorn and brambleAbout the hollow groundThe primroses are found.And there's…

10 months ago

The Lads in Their Hundreds

The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,There's men from the barn and the forge and…

10 months ago

The Immortal Part

When I meet the morning beam,Or lay me down at night to dream,I hear my bones within me say,"Another night,…

10 months ago

The Fairies Break Their Dances

The fairies break their dancesAnd leave the printed lawn,And up from India glancesThe silver sail of dawn.The candles burn their…

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The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux

The chestnut casts his flambe aux, and the flowersStream from the hawthorn on the wind away,The doors clap to, the…

10 months ago

Terence, This is Stupid Stuff

"Terence, this is stupid stuff!You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you…

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