The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on,… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
On occasions, after drinking a pint of beer at luncheon, there would be a flow into my mind with sudden and unaccountable emotion, sometimes… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
