With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we… — 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… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to 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… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate… — 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
'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
If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe,… — A. E. Housman Copy Share
I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is… — A. E. Housman Copy Share
