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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,…A. E. Housman: The Lent Lily
The Lent Lily'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found.And there's the windflower chilly With…A. E. Housman: The Merry Guide
The Merry GuideOnce in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ran gold.There through the dews beside me Behold a youth that trod, With…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…Trending
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