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A. E. Housman: If truth in hearts that perish
If truth in hearts that perish Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you Should make you not to die.Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning, If single thought could save, The…A. E. Housman: In my own shire, if I was sad
In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived…A Shropshire Lad
A. E. Housman1919ContentsIntroduction1887Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowThe RecruitReveilleOh see how thick the goldcup flowersWhen the lad for longing sighs,When smoke stood up from…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…Trending
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