Alfred Edward Housman (86 Poems)
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- As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; The Arms You Bear Are Brittle
- Bredon Hill
- Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
- Clunton And Clunbury
- Could Man Be Drunk Forever
- Diffugere Nives ( Horace, Odes 4.7 )
- Eight O'clock
- Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries
- Far In A Western Brookland
- Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree
- Fragment Of A Greek Tragedy
- From Far, From Eve And Morning
- Here Dead We Lie
- Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth
- Hughley Steeple
- I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
- If Truth In Hearts That Perish
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
- In Valleys Of Springs And Rivers
- Into My Heart An Air That Kills
- Is My Team Ploughing
- It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers
- Loitering With A Vacant Eye
- Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear
- Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now
- March
- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black
- O Why Do You Walk ( A Parody )
- Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain
- Oh See How Thick The Goldcup Flowers
- Oh Stay At Home, My Lad
- Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
- Oh, When I Was In Love With You
- On Moonlit Heath And Lonesome Bank
- On The Idle Hill Of Summer
- On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble
- On Your Midnight Pallet Lying
- Others, I Am Not The First
- Reveille
- Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?
- Shot? So Quick, So Clean An Ending?
- Stars
- Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying
- Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff
- The Carpenter's Son
- The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux
- The Day Of Battle
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