Alfred Edward Housman image
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Born in March 26, 1859 / Died in April 30, 1936 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Alfred Edward Housman

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Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder

... Sleep, my lad; the French have landed, ...

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Here Dead We Lie

... But young men think it is, ...

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Oh Who Is That Young Sinner

... But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare, ...

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Fragment of a Greek Tragedy

... ALCMAEON: A shepherd's questioned mouth informed me that-- ...

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The Merry Guide

... Goes the delightful guide,With lips that brim with laughter ...

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You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day

... 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, ...

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Oh, when I was in love with you

... And miles around they'll say that I ...

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Could Man Be Drunk Forever

... And if they think, they fasten ...

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O Why Do You Walk (a Parody)

... O why do you walk through the fields in boots, ...

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The True Lover

... "Oh do you breathe, lad, that your breast ...

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Look not in my eyes, for fear

... There, when the turf in springtime flowers, ...

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Bredon Hill

... 'Come all to church, good people,' - ...

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The Carpenter's Son

... "Comrades all, that stand and gaze, ...

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Diffugere Nives (Horace, Odes 4.7)

... No, nor thy righteousness, shall friend thee more ...

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The Lent Lily

... But not the daffodil, Bring baskets now, and sally ...