The New Mistress
“Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but […]
Author: A E Housman
Bredon Hill
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far […]
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff
‘TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see […]
Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do?
Say, lad, have you things to do? Quick then, while your day’s at prime. Quick, and if ’tis work for […]
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart […]
Along the field as we came by
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone […]
On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by […]
Hughley Steeple
LXI The vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends […]
The Carpenter’s Son
“Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: […]
Loitering with a Vacant Eye
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing […]
Could Man Be Drunk Forever
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie […]
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy
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
The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head, He […]
Eight O’Clock
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
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
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
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
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
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, […]
Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth’s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took […]