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A. E. Housman: Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,—call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days…A. E. Housman: Bredon Hill
Bredon HillIn summertime on Bredon[1] The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear.Here of a Sunday morning My love…A. E. Housman: Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His leaves that live December through; Break no rosemary, bright with rime And sparkling…A. E. Housman: Clunton and Clunbury,
Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun.In valleys of springs of rivers, By Ony and Teme and Clun, The country for easy livers, The quietest…A. E. Housman: Far in a western brookland
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know.There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge…A. E. Housman: "Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come home no more."The sun burns on the half-mown hill, By now the blood is dried; And…A. E. Housman: From far, from eve and morning
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I.Now— for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart— Take my hand quick and tell…A. E. Housman: Hughley Steeple
Hughley SteepleThe vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends of mine. Tall in their midst the tower Divides the shade and…A. E. Housman: I Hoed and trenched and weeded,
I Hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was not the wear.So up and down I sow them For lads like me to find, When I shall lie…A. E. Housman: If it chance your eye offend you,
If it chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And many a balsam grows on ground.And if your hand or foot offend you,…Trending
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