“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 all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Right you guessed the rising morrow And scorned to tread the mire you must: Dust's your wages, son of sorrow, But men may come to worse than dust. Souls undone, undoing others,- Long time since the tale began. You would… — 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
“It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love. The… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the water are; The pools… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Iniquity it is; but pass the can. My lad, no pair of kings our mothers bore; Our only portion is the estate of man:… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
