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spoonistmonk: the great war - part.1／on the idle hill of summer - alfred edward housman：
spoonistmonk: the great war - part.1／on the idle hill of summer - alfred edward housman：
ilqeshnace: A. E. Housman (Alfred Edward Housman) English (1859-1936)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away
dEathsuces: when I was one and twenty I heard a wise man say 'give crowns and pounds and guineas but not your heart away'
A. E. Housman (Alfred Edward Housman)
Godgift64107811: I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
-Alfred Edward Housman
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CZekanowski: Alfred Edward Housman
"A Shropshire Lad XXII; 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 turns and looks at me.
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denniskeim: Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
- Alfred Edward Housman
SondesRahoui: The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love
Alfred Edward Housman
personal_kim: "What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way."
- Alfred Edward Housman
soiIedove: ㅤ
Here, on the level sand,
Between the sea and land,
What shall I build or write
Against the fall of night?
Alfred Edward Housman
(1859-1936)
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TheSkaf: How Clear, How Lovely Bright
by Alfred Edward Housman.
GrantDenkinson: 1887 by Alfred Edward Housman
IPASource: From op. 02. Three Songs - With Rue My Heart Is Laden, text by Alfred Edward Housman and set by Samuel Barber. Download the text:
ETangents: So blessed to live amongst Alfred Edward Housman's 'Blue remembered hills'.
ericesheng: 'This plaque commemorates Alfred Edward Housman, Kennedy Professor of the Latin language and fellow of this college for 25 years, who, following the steps of Bentley with so sharp an intellect and such great erudition to pass on the text of Latin poets, castigated the sloth of
windsandstrings: Life truly is very short and one day we'll awaken to wonder where the years went and ponder the few we have left. Take the time to enjoy to enjoy life's beauty before you have no more time. A short poem by:Alfred Edward Housman
VMHKnows: How Clear, How Lovely Bright
Alfred Edward Housman
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea,
Soars the delightful day.
borntodayfamous: [May - 26, 1859] On May - 26 birth of alfred Edward Housman, Bromsgrove England, poet (A B...
JordiJde: When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and twemty,
And oh 'tis true, 'tis true.
Alfred Edward Housman Poeta britànic (1859-1936)
Book_Addict: Happy birthday English poet and scholar A. E. Housman [Alfred Edward Houseman] (March 26, 1859), author of "A Shropshire Lad" (1896) et al.
IPASource: From op. 02. Three Songs - With Rue My Heart Is Laden, text by Alfred Edward Housman and set by Samuel Barber. Download the text:
Kulambq: Laurence Housman on his brother Alfred Edward's greater literary genius.
DawitSharon: I felt it so deep when
Alfred Edward Housman said:
“I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.”
MaiiAbdelgalil: -~Alfred Edward Housman ~-
lemillion100: Here Dead We Lie:
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
-by Alfred Edward Housman
le_sensdesmots: « To an Athlete Dying Young » (Alfred Edward Housman) 1926 – Comme un Veilleur attend l'aurore …
Mika4Berries: The lads in their hundreds
Alfred Edward Housman
drewdog2060_: When I Watch the Living Meet by Alfred Edward Housman
YouAreTheExpert: When I Watch the Living Meet by Alfred Edward Housman
EslarnerZeitung: When I Watch the Living Meet by Alfred Edward Housman
flusteredduck: [He Would Not Stay for Me, and Who Can Wonder?] by Alfred Edward Housman
urminaia: BD - Alfred Edward Housman (March 26, 1859 - April 30, 1936).
dalston_boy: Poet Alfred Edward Housman born 26 March 1859 in Worcestershire
Book_Addict: Happy birthday English poet and scholar A. E. Housman [Alfred Edward Houseman] (March 26, 1859), author of "A Shropshire Lad" (1896) et al.
ModernLibrary: Alfred Edward Housman, born March 26, 1859.
Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
WritingQuotes_: "Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write." ~ Alfred Edward Housman
Liang17842387: Alfred Edward Housman - Into My Heart An Air That Kills
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
Liang17842387: Alfred Edward Housman - Stars
Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.
MrStackpoole: Could man be drunk for ever
With liquor, love, or fights,
Lief should I rouse at morning
And lief lie down of nights.
But men at whiles are sober
And think by fits and starts,
And if they think, they fasten
Their hands upon their hearts.
by Alfred Edward Housman
makhoury1946: "The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in, and ready at any instant to fall."
Alfred Edward Housman] (1859-1936) British writer
kyeomcake: how clear, how lovely bright by alfred edward housman;
thelogicalone8: Poem by Alfred Edward Housman
No. 13
I Lay Me Down and Slumber
I lay me down and slumber
And every morn revive.
Whose is the night-long breathing
That keeps a man alive?
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Faust89823700: Alfred Edward Housman - Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Thy mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
One the long nights through must lie
Spent in star-defeated sighs,
LockdownClara: Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Alfred Edward Housman
laetitiakriel: At the door of my own little hovel, Reading a novel I sat, And as I was reading the novel, A gnat flew away with my hat - Alfred Edward Housman
bay_art: 23+ Best Alfred Edward Housman Poems You Must Read
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Alfred Edward Housman
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Quoteopolis01: Alfred Edward Housman – I could no more define…
theboldartist: "When I was one-and-twenty" by Alfred Edward Housman. Watching Art 45
ProblematicBot: Beep-- "alfred edward housman" is not problematic!
Essey84884009: "Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders, and brains, not pudding, in your head."
Alfred Edward Housman
ClimaxQuote: Alfred Edward Housman – I could no more define…
floweryhealer: "And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose."
To an athlete dying young, Alfred Edward Housman
TrueQuotation: Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases. — Alfred Edward Housman
propertian: the talent of alfred edward housman to devastate with a single straightforward verse has never been matched before or since and each time i stumble, unwitting, across Here Dead We Lie in a group of war poems i am brutally reminded
HumbertoG80: "With rue my heart is laden" poema de Alfred Edward Housman
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TheGrimRepr: ~ Be Still, My Soul, Be Still - Alfred Edward Housman
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ziancyianncy: Rest in Christ Seamus Justin Heany , Reginald John Hollingdale , Peter Hebblethwaite , Alfred Edward Housman , Erne...
peacefulwrrior: "Goodnight; ensured release,Â
Imperishable peace,Â
Have these for yours,Â
While sea abides, and land,Â
And earth's...
Kasheer_suneel: "Here Dead We Lie" by Alfred Edward Housman.
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the la...
joselyle02: When I was One-and-Twenty By Alfred Edward Housman
propertian: I regularly ask myself whether I should be a classicist or whether I should do nineteenth-century studies and just...
