Here Dead We Lie

Alfred Edward Housman

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. 

Next 10 Poems

• Alfred Edward Housman : Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth
• Alfred Edward Housman : Hughley Steeple
• Alfred Edward Housman : I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded
• Alfred Edward Housman : If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
• Alfred Edward Housman : If Truth In Hearts That Perish
• Alfred Edward Housman : In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
• Alfred Edward Housman : In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers
• Alfred Edward Housman : Into My Heart An Air That Kills
• Alfred Edward Housman : Is My Team Ploughing
• Alfred Edward Housman : It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers

Previous 10 Poems

• Alfred Edward Housman : From Far, From Eve And Morning
• Alfred Edward Housman : Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy
• Alfred Edward Housman : Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree
• Alfred Edward Housman : Far In A Western Brookland
• Alfred Edward Housman : Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries
• Alfred Edward Housman : Eight O'clock
• Alfred Edward Housman : Diffugere Nives ( Horace, Odes 4.7 )
• Alfred Edward Housman : Could Man Be Drunk Forever
• Alfred Edward Housman : Clunton And Clunbury
• Alfred Edward Housman : Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw