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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…A. E. Housman: Twice a week the winter thorough
Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man's soul.Now in May time to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See…A. E. Housman: Westward on the high-hilled plains
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man.Now that other lads than I Strip to bathe on Severn shore…A. E. Housman: When I came last to Ludlow
When I came last to Ludlow Amidst the moonlight pale, Two friends kept step beside me, Two honest lads and hale.Now Dick lies long in the churchyard, And Ned lies long in jail, And I come…A. E. Housman: When I was one-and-twenty
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-…A. E. Housman: When I watch the living meet,
When I watch the living meet, And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street Where I lodge a little while,If the heats of hate and lust In the house of flesh are strong…A. E. Housman: When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning beam I strode beside my team,The blackbird in the coppice Looked out to…A. E. Housman: When the lad for longing sighs,
When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone,…A. E. Housman: White in the moon the long road lies,
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love.Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the…