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A. E. Housman: On your midnight pallet lying
On your midnight pallet lying Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark should sigh no more; Night should ease a lover's sorrow; Therefore, since I go to-…A. E. Housman: Others, I am not the first,
Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.More than I, if truth were told, Have stood and sweated…A. E. Housman: Say, lad, have you things to do?
Say, lad, have you things to do? Quick then, while your day's at prime. Quick, and if 'tis work for two, Here am I, man: now's your time.Send me now, and I shall go; Call me, I shall hear…A. E. Housman: Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill for mending, 'Twas best to take it to the grave.Oh you had forethought, you could reason,…A. E. Housman: "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 drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives…A. E. Housman: The Carpenter's Son
The Carpenter's Son"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: Live, lads, and I will die.""Oh, at home had I but stayed 'Prenticed to…A. E. Housman: The Day of Battle
The Day of Battle"Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, 'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'""Comrade, if to turn and fly Made a soldier never…A. E. Housman: The Immortal Part
The Immortal PartWhen I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me say, "Another night, another day.""When shall this slough of sense be cast, This…A. E. Housman: The Isle of Portland
The Isle of PortlandThe star-filled seas are smooth to-night From France to England strown; Black towers above the Portland light The felon-quarried stone.On yonder island, not to rise,…A. E. Housman: The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold, The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,…