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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 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 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…

Christina Rossetti: L. E. L.

L. E. L.'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all; But in my solitary room above I turn my face in silence to the wall; My heart is…