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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: "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,…