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A. E. Housman: Into my heart an air that kills
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain…A. E. Housman: "Is my team ploughing,
"Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?"Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land…A. E. Housman: It nods and curtseys and recovers
It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love.The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not…A. E. Housman: Loitering with a vacant eye
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he, And stedfastly he looked at me. "Well met…A. E. Housman: Look not in my eyes, for fear
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me. One the long nights through must lie Spent in star-…A. E. Housman: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not…A. E. Housman: Now hollow fires burn out to black,
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go.Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not left…A. E. Housman: Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the water are;The pools and rivers wash so clean The trees and clouds and air, The like on…A. E. Housman: Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That never are told again. Oh may I squire you round the meads And pick you posies gay…A. E. Housman: Oh, when I was in love with you,
Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave.And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around…Trending
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