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Complete poems; centennial ed. with an introd.

Author: A E Housman
Publisher: New York, Holt [1959]
Edition/Format:   Book : English : [1st ed.]View all editions and formats
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Genre/Form: Poetry
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Housman, A.E. (Alfred Edward), 1859-1936.
Complete poems.
New York, Holt [1959]
(OCoLC)646902402
Document Type: Book
All Authors / Contributors: A E Housman
OCLC Number: 294726
Description: 268 p. ill.
Contents: 1887 --
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now --
The recruit --
Reveille --
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers --
When the lad for longing sighs --
When smoke stood up from Ludlow --
Farewell to barn and stack and tree --
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank --
March --
On your midnight pallet lying --
When I watch the living meet --
When I was one-and-twenty --
There pass the careless people --
Look not in my eyes, for fear --
It nods and curtseys and recovers --
Twice a week the winter thorough --
Oh, when I was in love with you --
To an athlete dying young --
Oh fair enough are sky and plain --
Bredon Hill --
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread --
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair --
Say, lad, have you things to do --
This time of year a twelvemonth past --
Along the field as we came by --
Is my team ploughing --
The Welsh marches --
The lent lily --
Others, I am not the first --
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble --
From far, from eve and morning --
If truth in hearts that perish --
The new mistress --
On the idle hill of summer --
White in the moon the long road lies --
As through the wild green hills of Wyre --
The winds out of the west land blow --
Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town --
Into my heart an air that kills --
In my own shire, if I was sad --
The merry guide --
The immortal part --
If it chance your eye offend you --
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw --
The carpenter's son --
Be still, my soul, be still --
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly --
Clunton and Clunbury --
Loitering with a vacant eye --
Far in a western brookland --
The true lover --
With rue my heart is laden --
Westward on the high-hilled plains --
The day of battle --
You smile upon your friend to-day --
When I came last to Ludlow --
The isle of Portland --
Now hollow fires burn out to black --
Hughley Steeple --
Terence, this is stupid stuff --
I hoed and trenched and weeded --
We'll to the woods no more --
The west --
As I gird on for fighting --
Her strong enchantments failing --
Illis jacet --
Grenadier --
Lancer --
In valleys green and still --
Soldier from the ars returning --
The chestnut casts his flambeaux --
Yonder see the morning blink --
The laws of God, the laws of man --
The deserter --
The culprit --
Eight o'clock --
Spring morning --
Astronomy --
The rain, it streams on stone and hillock --
In midnights of November --
The night is freezing fast --
The fairies break their dances --
The sloe was lost in flower --
In the morning, in the morning --
Epithalamium --
The oracles --
The half-moon westers low, my love --
The sigh that heaves the grasses --
Now dreary dawns the eastern light --
Wake not for the world-heard thunder --
Sunner's rue --
Hell gate --
When I would muse in boyhood --
When the eye of day is shut --
The first of May --
When first my way to fair I took --
Revolution --
Epitaph on an army of mercenaries --
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough --
When summer's end is nighing --
Tell me not here, it needs not saying --
Fancy's knell --
They say my verse is sad --
Easter hymn --
When Israel out of Egypt came --
For these of old the trader --
The sage to the young man --
Diffugere nives --
I to my perils --
Stars, I have seen them fall --
Give me a land of boughs in leaf. When green buds hang in the elm like dust --
The weeping Pleiads wester --
The rainy Pleiads wester --
I promise nothing : friends will part --
I lay me down and slumber --
The farms of home lie lost in even --
Tarry delight; so seldom met --
How clear, how lovely bright --
Bells in tower at evening toll --
Delight it is in youth and May --
The mill-stream, now that noises cease --
Like mine, the veins of these that slumber --
The world goes none the lamer --
Ho, everyone that thirsteth --
Crossing alone the nighted ferry --
Stone, stell, dominions pass --
Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky --
I counsel you beware --
To stand up straight and tread the turning mill --
He, standing hushed, a pace or two apart --
From the wash the laundress sends --
Shake hands, we shall never be friends --
Because I liked you better --
With seed the sowers scatter --
On forelands high in heaven --
Young is the blood that yonder --
Half-way, for one commandment broken --
Here dead lie we because we did not choose --
I did not lose my heart in summer's even --
By shores and woods and steeples --
My dreams are of a field afar --
Farewell to a name and a number --
He looked at me with eyes I thought --
A.J.J. --
I wake from dreams and turning --
Far known to sea and shore --
Smooth between sea and land --
The land of Biscay --
For my funeral --
Parta Quies --
Atys --
Oh were he and I together --
When Adam walked in Eden young --
It is no gift I tender --
Here are the skies, the planets seven --
Ask me no more, for fear I should reply --
He would not stay for me --
Now to her lap the incestuous earth --
When the bells justle in the tower --
Oh, on my breast in days hereafter --
God's acre --
An epitaph --
Oh turn not in from marching --
Oh is it the jar of nations --
Tis five years since, 'An end', said I --
Some can gaze and not be sick --
The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do --
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists --
The defeated --
I shall not die for you --
New Year's Eve --
R.L.S. --
The olive --
Now do our eyes behold / translated from Aeschylus --
What man is he that yearneth / translated from Sophocles, Oedipus Coloneus --
In heaven-high musings and many / translated from Euripides, Alcestis.
Responsibility: by Basil Davenport and a history of the text by Tom Burns Haber.

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