Home Authors by Surname Authors by First Name Poetry By Title Poetry By First Lines Top Poems Top Authors Contact All Poetry Store

Custom Search

Main Menu Home Latest Poetry Added Authors By Surname Authors By First Name Poetry By Title Poetry By First Lines Top Authors Top Poems Contact Us Store Sponsored Links Read, Rate, Comment on or Submit your poetry

Alfred Edward Housman 26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 Poetry Listing Read More About Alfred Edward Housman below poetry list Poem Title First Lines Period # Lines # Reads 1: Wake not for the world-heard thunder 24 350 2: As I gird on for fighting As I gird on for fighting 16 523 3: Astronomy The Wain upon the northern steep 12 465 4: Could man be drunk for ever Could man be drunk for ever 8 512 5: Eight O’clock He stood, and heard the steeple 8 530 6: Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries These, in the day when heaven was falling, 8 544 7: Epithalamium He is here, Urania’s son, 44 591 8: Fancy’s Knell When lads were home from labour 40 451 9: Grenadier The Queen she sent to look for me, 20 451 10: Hell’s Gate Onward led the road again 104 498 11: Her strong enchantments failing, Her strong enchantments failing, 12 531 12: Illic Jacet Oh hard is the bed they have made him, 16 441 13: In midnights of November, In midnights of November, 24 527 14: In the morning, in the morning, In the morning, in the morning, 8 483 15: In valleys green and still In valleys green and still 20 467 16: Lancer I ‘listed at home for a lancer, 26 468 17: Now dreary dawns the eastern light, Now dreary dawns the eastern light, 8 579 18: Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough 10 438 19: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - I - 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, 32 517 20: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - II Loveliest of trees, the cherry now 12 485 21: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - III - The Recruit Leave your home behind, lad, 28 445 22: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IV - Reveille Wake: the silver dusk returning 24 434 23: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IX On moonlit heath and lonesome bank 32 454 24: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - L Clunton and Clunbury, 28 441 25: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LI Loitering with a vacant eye 26 500 26: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LII Far in a western brookland 16 444 27: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIII - The True Lover The lad came to the door at night, 36 421 28: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIV With rue my heart is laden 8 559 29: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIX - The Isle Of Portland The star-filled seas are smooth to-night 12 438 30: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LV Westward on the high-hilled plains 16 417 31: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVI - The Day Of Battle Far I hear the bugle blow 16 427 32: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVII You smile upon your friend to-day, 8 450 33: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVIII When I came last to Ludlow 8 435 34: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LX Now hollow fires burn out to black, 8 473 35: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXI - Hughley Steeple The vane on Hughley steeple 24 439 36: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXII Terence, this is stupid stuff: 76 465 37: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXIII I Hoed and trenched and weeded, 16 467 38: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - V Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers 32 433 39: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VI When the lad for longing sighs, 12 458 40: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VII When smoke stood up from Ludlow, 30 435 41: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VIII Farewell to barn and stack and tree, 24 477 42: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - X - MARCH The sun at noon to higher air, 20 485 43: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XI On your midnight pallet lying 14 467 44: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XII When I watch the living meet, 16 438 45: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIII When I was one-and-twenty 16 451 46: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIV There pass the careless people 20 438 47: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIX - To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race 28 473 48: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XL Into my heart an air that kills 8 443 49: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLI In my own shire, if I was sad 32 456 50: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLII - The Merry Guide Once in the wind of morning 60 422 51: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIII - The Immortal Part When I meet the morning beam, 44 474 52: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIV Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? 28 465 53: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIX Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: 12 473 54: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLV If it chance your eye offend you, 8 440 55: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, 22 458 56: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVII - The Carpenter's Son Here the hangman stops his cart: 28 444 57: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVIII Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, 16 469 58: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XV Look not in my eyes, for fear 16 436 59: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVI It nods and curtseys and recovers 8 449 60: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVII Twice a week the winter thorough 12 467 61: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVIII Oh, when I was in love with you, 8 466 62: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XX Oh fair enough are sky and plain, 16 459 63: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXI - Bredon Hill [1] In summertime on Bredon 35 563 64: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXII The street sounds to the soldiers' tread, 12 456 65: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIII The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, 16 443 66: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIV Say, lad, have you things to do? 12 448 67: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIX - The Lent Lily Tis spring; come out to ramble 20 454 68: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXV This time of year a twelvemonth past, 16 405 69: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVI Along the fields as we came by 20 504 70: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVII Is my team ploughing, 32 430 71: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVIII - The Welsh Marches High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam 36 408 72: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXX Others, I am not the first, 16 477 73: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXI On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; 20 475 74: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXII From far, from eve and morning 12 426 75: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIII If truth in hearts that perish 16 406 76: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIV - The New Mistress Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? 16 467 77: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIX Tis time, I think by Wenlock town 12 417 78: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXV On the idle hill of summer, 16 454 79: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVI White in the moon the long road lies, 16 451 80: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVII As through the wild green hills of Wyre 36 462 81: Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVIII The winds out of the west land blow, 20 442 82: Revolution West and away the wheels of darkness roll, 12 455 83: September 1922 We’ll to the weeds no more, 12 499 84: Sinner’s Rue I walked alone and thinking, 20 513 85: Soldier from the wars returning, Soldier from the wars returning, 16 446 86: Spring Morning Star and coronal and bell 24 608 87: Tell me not here, it needs not saying, Tell me not here, it needs not saying, 30 429 88: The chestnut casts his flambeaux The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers 28 452 89: The Culprit The night my father got me 25 429 90: The Deserter What sound awakened me, I wonder, 36 491 91: The fairies break their dances The fairies break their dances 8 499 92: The First Of May The orchards half the way 32 441 93: The half-moon westers low, my love, The half-moon westers low, my love, 8 497 94: The laws of God, the laws of man, The laws of God, the laws of man, 24 435 95: The night is freezing fast, The night is freezing fast, 12 420 96: The Oracles Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain 16 489 97: The rain, The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, 25 500 98: The sigh that heaves the grasses The sigh that heaves the grasses 8 505 99: The sloe was lost in flower, The sloe was lost in flower, 8 457 100: The West Beyond the moor and the mountain crest 44 482 101: When first my way to fair I took When first my way to fair I took 12 428 102: When I would muse in boyhood When I would muse in boyhood 16 448 103: When summer’s end is nighing When summer’s end is nighing 35 480 104: When the eye of day is shut, When the eye of day is shut, 16 462 105: Yonder see the morning blink: Yonder see the morning blink: 10 438 About: Alfred Edward Housman, usually known as A.E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems were mostly written before 1900. Their wistful evocation of doomed youth in the English countryside, in spare language and distinctive imagery, appealed strongly to late Victorian, Edwardian and Georgian taste, and to many early twentieth century English composers both before and after the First World War. Through their song-settings the poetry therefore became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself. This page viewed 7205 times.

Sponsored Links Our Sites