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…

7 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,…

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The New Mistress

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

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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…

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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…

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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,…

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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…

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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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