I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding… — 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… — 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… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet,… — 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
Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out . . .. Perfect… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Poems very seldom consist of poetry and nothing else; and pleasure can be derived also from their other ingredients. I am convinced… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton… — 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
