“Here are the skies, the planets seven, And all the starry train: Content you with the mimic heaven, And on the earth remain. (Additional Poems, V)” — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“I to my perils Of cheat and charmer Came clad in armour By stars benign. Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and alone. Ah, past the… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Oh on my breast in days hereafter Light the earth should lie, Such weight to bear is now the air, So heavy hangs the… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade's pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck… — A.E. Housman Copy Share
“If it chance your eye offends you, Pluck it out lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans Rue for eternity, and sorrow Not mine, but man's This is for… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Diffugere Nives Horace, Odes, iv, 7 The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to the river-bed withdraws, And altered is the fashion of the earth. The Nymphs and Graces three put off their fear And unapparelled in the woodland play. The swift hour and the brief prime of… — A.E. Housman Copy Share
“The 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. Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does… — A.E. Housman Copy Share
“Along the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. 'Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she shall lie with earth above,… — A.E. Housman Copy Share
“Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin,… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
