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Alfred Edward Housman
26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire
Poems of Alfred Edward Housman
1887
A Shropshire Lad, Ii
Along The Field As We Came By
As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
Bredon Hill
Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
Could Man Be Drunk Forever
Diffugere Nives
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
Goodnight
Hell's Gate
Her Strong Enchantments Failing
Here Dead We Lie
Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth
Hughley Steeple
I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded
I: Easter Hymn
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
Lx: Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black
March
Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black
O Why Do You Walk (A Parody)
Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain
Oh Stay At Home, My Lad
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
Oh, See How Thick The Goldcup Flowers
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
Revolution
Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?
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