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A. E. Housman: The New Mistress
The New Mistress"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but you are not good for me. Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here." And…A. E. Housman: 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 at me.My man, from sky to sky's so far, We never crossed before; Such…A. E. Housman: The True Lover
The True LoverThe lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight In shadow of the boughs."I shall not vex you with my face Henceforth, my…A. E. Housman: The Welsh Marches
The Welsh MarchesHigh the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east and west.The flag of morn in conqueror's state Enters…A. E. Housman: The winds out of the west land blow,
The winds out of the west land blow, My friends have breathed them there; Warm with the blood of lads I know Comes east the sighing air.It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,…A. E. Housman: There pass the careless people
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and alone.Ah, past the plunge of plummet, In seas I cannot sound, My heart and soul and…A. E. Housman: Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads and tongues a-talking Make the rough road easy walking, And the feather pate of folly Bears the falling…A. E. Housman: This time of year a twelvemonth past,
This time of year a twelvemonth past, When Fred and I would meet, We needs must jangle, till at last We fought and I was beat.So then the summer fields about, Till rainy days began, Rose…A. E. Housman: 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow.Spring will not wait the loiterer's time Who keeps so…A. E. Housman: To an Athlete Dying Young
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high.To-day, the road all…Trending
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