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Alfred Edward Housman

26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936

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Poem Title	First Lines	Period	# Lines	# Reads
1:	Wake not for the world-heard thunder		24	173
2: As I gird on for fighting	As I gird on for fighting		16	205
3: Astronomy	The Wain upon the northern steep		12	198
4: Could man be drunk for ever	Could man be drunk for ever		8	216
5: Eight O’clock	He stood, and heard the steeple		8	206
6: Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries	These, in the day when heaven was falling,		8	208
7: Epithalamium	He is here, Urania’s son,		44	240
8: Fancy’s Knell	When lads were home from labour		40	182
9: Grenadier	The Queen she sent to look for me,		20	192
10: Hell’s Gate	Onward led the road again		104	211
11: Her strong enchantments failing,	Her strong enchantments failing,		12	190
12: Illic Jacet	Oh hard is the bed they have made him,		16	195
13: In midnights of November,	In midnights of November,		24	207
14: In the morning, in the morning,	In the morning, in the morning,		8	209
15: In valleys green and still	In valleys green and still		20	197
16: Lancer	I ‘listed at home for a lancer,		26	185
17: Now dreary dawns the eastern light,	Now dreary dawns the eastern light,		8	204
18: Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough	Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough		10	177
19: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - I - 1887	From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,		32	192
20: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - II	Loveliest of trees, the cherry now		12	216
21: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - III - The Recruit	Leave your home behind, lad,		28	185
22: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IV - Reveille	Wake: the silver dusk returning		24	195
23: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IX	On moonlit heath and lonesome bank		32	188
24: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - L	Clunton and Clunbury,		28	190
25: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LI	Loitering with a vacant eye		26	198
26: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LII	Far in a western brookland		16	204
27: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIII - The True Lover	The lad came to the door at night,		36	195
28: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIV	With rue my heart is laden		8	205
29: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIX - The Isle Of Portland	The star-filled seas are smooth to-night		12	194
30: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LV	Westward on the high-hilled plains		16	186
31: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVI - The Day Of Battle	Far I hear the bugle blow		16	174
32: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVII	You smile upon your friend to-day,		8	207
33: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVIII	When I came last to Ludlow		8	191
34: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LX	Now hollow fires burn out to black,		8	203
35: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXI - Hughley Steeple	The vane on Hughley steeple		24	205
36: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXII	Terence, this is stupid stuff:		76	202
37: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXIII	I Hoed and trenched and weeded,		16	187
38: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - V	Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers		32	179
39: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VI	When the lad for longing sighs,		12	202
40: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VII	When smoke stood up from Ludlow,		30	175
41: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VIII	Farewell to barn and stack and tree,		24	192
42: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - X - MARCH	The sun at noon to higher air,		20	205
43: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XI	On your midnight pallet lying		14	183
44: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XII	When I watch the living meet,		16	188
45: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIII	When I was one-and-twenty		16	186
46: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIV	There pass the careless people		20	194
47: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIX - To An Athlete Dying Young	The time you won your town the race		28	177
48: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XL	Into my heart an air that kills		8	201
49: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLI	In my own shire, if I was sad		32	199
50: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLII - The Merry Guide	Once in the wind of morning		60	181
51: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIII - The Immortal Part	When I meet the morning beam,		44	200
52: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIV	Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?		28	199
53: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIX	Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:		12	185
54: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLV	If it chance your eye offend you,		8	191
55: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVI	Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,		22	185
56: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVII - The Carpenter's Son	Here the hangman stops his cart:		28	197
57: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVIII	Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,		16	194
58: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XV	Look not in my eyes, for fear		16	181
59: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVI	It nods and curtseys and recovers		8	190
60: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVII	Twice a week the winter thorough		12	183
61: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVIII	Oh, when I was in love with you,		8	199
62: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XX	Oh fair enough are sky and plain,		16	189
63: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXI - Bredon Hill ^[1]	In summertime on Bredon		35	179
64: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXII	The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,		12	193
65: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIII	The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,		16	181
66: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIV	Say, lad, have you things to do?		12	185
67: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIX - The Lent Lily	Tis spring; come out to ramble		20	188
68: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXV	This time of year a twelvemonth past,		16	186
69: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVI	Along the fields as we came by		20	193
70: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVII	Is my team ploughing,		32	187
71: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVIII - The Welsh Marches	High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam		36	179
72: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXX	Others, I am not the first,		16	190
73: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXI	On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;		20	203
74: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXII	From far, from eve and morning		12	182
75: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIII	If truth in hearts that perish		16	193
76: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIV - The New Mistress	Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?		16	199
77: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIX	Tis time, I think by Wenlock town		12	188
78: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXV	On the idle hill of summer,		16	187
79: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVI	White in the moon the long road lies,		16	204
80: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVII	As through the wild green hills of Wyre		36	183
81: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVIII	The winds out of the west land blow,		20	186
82: Revolution	West and away the wheels of darkness roll,		12	189
83: September 1922	We’ll to the weeds no more,		12	198
84: Sinner’s Rue	I walked alone and thinking,		20	202
85: Soldier from the wars returning,	Soldier from the wars returning,		16	198
86: Spring Morning	Star and coronal and bell		24	232
87: Tell me not here, it needs not saying,	Tell me not here, it needs not saying,		30	191
88: The chestnut casts his flambeaux	The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers		28	206
89: The Culprit	The night my father got me		25	182
90: The Deserter	What sound awakened me, I wonder,		36	214
91: The fairies break their dances	The fairies break their dances		8	211
92: The First Of May	The orchards half the way		32	195
93: The half-moon westers low, my love,	The half-moon westers low, my love,		8	213
94: The laws of God, the laws of man,	The laws of God, the laws of man,		24	194
95: The night is freezing fast,	The night is freezing fast,		12	185
96: The Oracles	Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain		16	206
97: The rain,	The rain, it streams on stone and hillock,		25	220
98: The sigh that heaves the grasses	The sigh that heaves the grasses		8	184
99: The sloe was lost in flower,	The sloe was lost in flower,		8	189
100: The West	Beyond the moor and the mountain crest		44	195
101: When first my way to fair I took	When first my way to fair I took		12	165
102: When I would muse in boyhood	When I would muse in boyhood		16	195
103: When summer’s end is nighing	When summer’s end is nighing		35	205
104: When the eye of day is shut,	When the eye of day is shut,		16	187
105: Yonder see the morning blink:	Yonder see the morning blink:		10	182

About:
Alfred Edward Housman, usually known as A.E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems were mostly written before 1900. Their wistful evocation of doomed youth in the English countryside, in spare language and distinctive imagery, appealed strongly to late Victorian, Edwardian and Georgian taste, and to many early twentieth century English composers both before and after the First World War. Through their song-settings the poetry therefore became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself.

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