Author: A E Housman

Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing […]

Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie […]

CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To […]

The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head, He […]

He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and […]

Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the […]

On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark […]

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old […]

As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading […]

On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, […]

These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth’s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took […]

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east […]

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, […]

Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks […]

XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew […]

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn, And up from India glances The silver sail of dawn. […]

Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning […]

When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning […]

Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew […]

The winds out of the west land blow, My friends have breathed them there; Warm with the blood of lads […]