“In the morning, in the morning, In the happy field of hay, Oh they looked at one another By the light of day. In the blue and silver morning On the haycock as they lay, Oh they looked at one… — 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… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“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… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“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… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Along the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“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
